Had a 'pet' squirrel that lived near a tree stand site back when I was bow hunting. I kept corn near the stand as a sort of candy dish for Bambi and his mom, this particular squirrel could be counted on to stop by for a snack almost every morning I was there. Others would show up on occasion, but this big ol' boy was always around.
One morning, I sat on the ground, on a stump a few yards from the ladder stand. At the regular time, I could hear the squirrel rustling through the leaves, on his way to the corn pile. I sat still, and he clumb up the little tree I was leaning against; then he jumped off the tree onto my shoulder, hopped down to my lap, sniffed around my crotch, decided that was the wrong kind of nuts, jumped down and headed for the corn. Guess my camo was working, and I was sitting still enough, as he never acted the least bit nervous.
My plan was to take him home for supper on the last day of deer season, but the last time I sat that stand, he didn't show up. Acebow
