I started hunting in September of 1972. Seated on the ground next to my father, I settled the gold front bead of a 410 single shot on a fox squirrel’s head and pulled the trigger. Fifty-two ...

This adorable fox squirrel scampered down a tree, then paused, clinging to the tree as it took a moment to survey its surroundings. When all seemed well, it continued its descent to the ground in the ...