One of my "best"
childhood hunting memories....
For Christmas one year my brother and I both received new pump pellet guns. He is only 11 months younger than I, and we grew up on a small lake where there were only 6 houses on the end of our road. We were the only ones that lived here year round. At the ripe age of 10 or so, we would stalk and hunt every day after school, and if it flew, walked, hopped, etc. it was fair game..... at one point, I had the bright idea to to visit one of the neighbors bird feeders, and the shooting was pretty good. So for a month or so, we would refill their feeder, sit near the wood pile and take our share of red squirrels, a few birds, etc. Our downfall was in the details, sitting not too far from the feeder was a large stump with a planter pot on it, the stump was hollow and soon became our burial cache..... no telling how many critters ended up in the stump, we didn't have time to count. Then one spring day, a knock on the door- mom answered, made some small talk, and called us up from the basement...... standing there with 2 bulging brown paper bags was our neighbor, and she wasn't exactly smiling. I won't bother with the unfortunate set of events that followed, but I will say she had the best looking yard all summer, and not a single leaf was left in her yard in the fall- FOR THE NEXT 6-7 YEARS!!!!
I still smile to this day thinking about the look on her face when she picked up that planter pot.....