re: Your favorite grandpa/daddy hunting story

I have a similar story.

I was 10-12 and dad and I were looking for my sister’s lost cat and packed a .22 rifle to walk through the woods.

We came up on a tall skinny tree with a nest at the top and dad says, “let me show you how to hunt a squirrel.” He shook the tree and a squirrel darts out, jumping limb to limb. Dad fires a shot and the squirrel drops. Bullet entered right behind the right eye.