I was hunting with a buddy a couple years back and it was still dark outside when I heard this blood curdling scream coming from the direction my buddy was. So I kinda freak out a little bit thinking something morbid just took place and I wander over to where his stand is, on edge the whole time. Well I get to where he is sitting and he looks down at me and has blood dripping off his face and scratches running down both sides. I said " what the @#$% happened to you" he looks down, shakes his head and shows me the dead squirrel in his hands. The squirrel had jumped off a nearby branch and landed on his face, he freaked screamed like a girl, and killed the squirrel with his bare hands. He had him mounted, posing like a bear.