Jacob has been asking for a Daisy Red Ryder BB Gun since March when we visited their museum in Rogers. Thanks to Grandpa, his dream came true this Christmas. So, when Jacob ran in the house yelling to me that he “got one” I started praying and cussing under my breath. Nathan wasn’t home. I went outside to see a squirrel clinging to a tree… and then falling 20+ feet to the ground. Jacob paused and then said, “It’s not dead.” I told him to shoot it in the head so that it wouldn’t suffer. He did. The squirrel twitched. I cried and cussed to myself some more. He shot it again and assured me that it was dead. That’s when the squirrel stood up on all four legs… and fell over the other way. This scene went on for longer than I want to remember and included a shovel and a very mature and brave boy ending the misery for all of us. Nathan came home and skinned the squirrel. We fried it up of course and talked about the new rules of hunting with the BB gun. Nathan has to be home.
Even though this event was a little traumatic, I’m so proud of this boy who shot his first squirrel.
