First squirrel hunt was unforgettable

"These days I enjoy watching squirrels and even put out corn for them in the fall. Go figure."

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June 19, 2020 - 1:01 PM

June 1, 1952, my room is dark, and I’ve been awake half an hour when Dad comes in and needlessly asks “Ready?”  

It was our first time he and I went squirrel hunting together. 

We drive two miles east of town to where the road parallels Coal Creek before pulling off.

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