When I was a kid I remember going to the "woods" with my grandpa and dad. Sometimes to get fire wood, sometimes just to dink around. They always had a .22 with them to shoot "diggers". Don't know the real word for these squirrels, just know diggers. Anyway, I rememberGrandpa shooting one several times. It was on a dead run, he would shoot, it would role and then keep running. Must have done that 5 times in a row before it actually died. I am sure my mind has kind of embellished this a little over the last 30 years, but that's the way I remember it. When I was in high school, Grandpa had lost most of his eyesight. I would take him to the woods just for a ride and he would tell me the same stories he had been telling me for 10 years. Boy do I miss that guy.

By the way, that .22 was a Winchester Model 63. My brother has it now, someday i will get Dad's. Hope it is not for awhile though. I have Grandpa's Pre-64 30-06. I wouldn't sell these guns for a million dollars.