Every year I would hunt the squirrels and hunt them diligently until they were close to extinction in PA. I had many boxes of .22 shells and a tack driving gun. Then the navy called and took me away (by boat). Years passed. I forgot my squirrel hunting ways.... and settled near Seattle.

Unbeknownst to me the squirrels came out of hiding.... and multiplied.

I should call muster on old Company S... the squirrel shooting company. We used to be the last line of defense from squirrels. Now we have rheumatiz.... and worse... bifocals... oh yes.. bad memories and cranky bowels...

Maybe Company S needs new blood and new recruits. Any volunteers? The pay is poor (nuts) and you must sleep out in the woods.