Though 31 gray squirrels isn’t a personal best, nonetheless it was a respectable take. The best part, on the last day with one “last” squirrel, or so we thought, in a trap I pulled up to pick up the gear.
When I got there one more squirrel appeared. I just sat in the truck, watched him run around a cage for a minute until he made a dive for the bait. Bingo, the last, last one.