Squirrel Season

It's the opening day of Squirrel Season in most of New York (well, except for LI, the City and what, Westchester?), and the weather is stunning. Wish I had the day of to nominally go hunting.

Why do I say nominally? I can't tell you the number of times Dad and I would go upstate to go "Squirrel Hunting", grab our lunch, stuff some ammo in out pockets, I'd grab my .22, he'd grab the shotgun, and we'd look at each other and say "Going to load the gun today?" "Nope" and we'd go for a walk in the woods, sit under a tree, and nominally "hunt Squirrels". Of course what we were really doing was enjoying each other's company, and continuing the tradition.




I miss Dad, particularly on days like this.