Last day..... I returned with a gun after hearing one chatting at me while I was splitting wood. Walking to the woods I look up to see one 25 yards away head high in a tree watching me. damn wind was cold so I had my head down for the 200yd walk....damn thing bolted when I shouldered the rifle. I didnt want to sit in this cold so decided to walk slow. Bushytails remained quiet so a slow walk towards brush piles was the next option and ones enough for a lunch and far easier to skin....good last day of squirrel season.