Squirrel Guns

I loaded on up and went home last Thursday for Easter weekend. I had plenty of snacks, water, space blankets, etc for the late-night trip that sent me over a mountain pass... but I did not have a squirrel gun. This, I soon learned, was a shortcoming given my family's Okie roots. Our unofficial bunny day dinner was Saturday night and believe you me it was a good one. Not only was the chow delicious, the conversation was quite lively. All I can say is that the trip down memory lane involved a distant male relative dubbed Penny the Pervert (his name was, in fact, Penny) and Grannies with squirrel guns. That's right people... grannies with squirrel guns. And you need those special guns because if you don't get the squirrel just the right spot than you can't use the meat. I suppose in the grand scheme of things that a squirrel gun would have been useless on Thursday had I needed it, given the fact that it was dark. But still. I'm sure I could rig some sort of gun rack in my car, start a new trend. Get myself a squirrel gun and ride around listening to country and western music. Its a pretty short leap for me when you think about it....