We go home (visit mom now, used to be mom and dad) once a month. Been doing it for over 40 years.
My two boys would be at the table every Saturday morning. When they were small enough to sit on dad's lap that's where they sat. Breakfast was fried squirrel, gravy (made with the bacon grease and squirrel "grease" and flour and always with mom's fresh made biscuits.
You could see the big smile on dad's face as the boys slurped up the biscuits and gravy and gnawed on a squirrel leg or two.
Some Saturdays it would be fried ruffed grouse, gravy and biscuits.
Great memories.
I brag on my dad's shooting (saw a lot of that over the years.) Heard about his dad from him (by the time I was old enough to go hunting grandpa was all crippled up from a roof fall in the coal mines and some stuff from WW1 that caught up with him as he got older).
Me? I can remember killing one squirrel with a .22 rifle. No idea where I hit him at. He was out on the end of a tree limb, preparing to jump to another tree and dropped when the rifle cracked. I never saw him. Yelled at that dang pointer dad bought down in Arkansas and when that sucker came off the hill side up above me he went down below me (where the squirrel fell) and picked up the squirrel. I thought he was going to bring it up to me when I heard some funny noises and bones cracking and realized he was eating it whole. Took a couple steps to the side so I could see him and all that I could see of the squirrel was the tail and two hind legs as they disappeared down the big dog's mouth/throat. When I told dad about it he said, "That's when I'd have left him in the woods." Not understanding, I asked dad how I'd leave Tuffy in the woods as he'd just follow me home. Dad said he'd have put a .22 bullet in his ear and left him there for the coons and buzzards. Dad didn't have much use for that big pointer. Hunting all those years with a Springer Spaniel spoiled him and he never was happy with the way the pointer "hunted."
Fact is, I killed more squirrel with a .22 pistol than I ever even shot at with that old Winchester M190.
I've got a Win. M52B that is awesome on paper, thumbtacks, even flies at 25 yds. but I've never had it in the woods.
A good shooting .22 isn't real common in standard .22 rifles most people buy for hunting. By good I mean dime sized (or smaller) groups at 25 yds.