My grandmother loved squirrels. She bought me my first gun. A Marlin 22 automatic. I was 7 at the time and she told me it was our secret and could only shoot it when I came to her house. Needless to say I was at her house every chance I got. She made sure I had plenty of ammo and encouraged me to target practice all the time that way I could kill her some squirrels to make dumplings with. I ate them all the time growing up. She would have such a smile on her face when she saw me coming back across the yard with a mess of squirrels. She would always help me clean them too. She would roll her dumplings out and cut them with a knife. I always got to help cut them and put them in the pot. And yes she would fuss at me if I hit them in the head she liked the brains as well. Such amazing simpler times.


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