Iused to see my neighbor go out in the woods every morning and comeback with a mess of squirrels, but I never saw him bring a gun. Onemorning, I went out and met him and asked him if he was trapping themsquirrels. He said, “No, I just ugly them to death.” Well, I toldhim I never heard of such a thing and he invited me to come along andsee how it was done. Shortly after we entered the woods, we spotted asquirrel up in a tree. My neighbor gave a short whistle to get thesquirrel’s attention and when the squirrel looked, my neighborsquished up his face and stared right at the squirrel. To myamazement, the squirrel dropped out of the tree and hit theground,dead as a door nail. I told him that, “It is hard to believeanybody can do that!” He said that it was no big deal he knew lotsof people that could do that. He said, “As a matter of fact, evenmy wife can do it, but I don’t let her hunt anymore, ’cause shetears the squirrels up too bad and messes up the meat.”