Reflecting on my last squirrel hunt

The morning of October 3, 2020, dawned cool,
clear and calm, a perfect day to begin squirrel season.
I rode my 4-wheeler to my favorite woods,
parked it and walked over to a log to sit and wait
for daylight.
This is something I have done since I
was a kid, being in the woods at first light
on opening day of squirrel season. My dad
engrained in me my love for hunting squirrels
when I was just a little tyke, following
him, watching him and learning how he
did it so that a few years later, I could go
out on my own.