Maybe my town should introduce this law

PaGlenn

Well-known Member
We are overrun with these critters,

From a nature article in local paper:

The early settlers were not fond of squirrels because they competed with them for the thousands of nuts that fell from the hickory nut trees. In Colonial times, Pennsylvania paid a bounty on squirrels, with 640,000 squirrels turned in annually for a three-nnalert bounty. In order to pay this bounty, Pennsylvania levied a special tax for the purpose of raising money.
In the Ohio Territory, squirrel hunting was mandatory, with a three-dollar fine levied against anyone failing to bring in the annual quota of one hundred squirrel scalps.
 
I have the gray squirrels under control but I have flying squirrels in the attic and the walls. They make a real mess out of the insulation. Three years ago I trapped 21 of the critters, and they are protected for some reason.
 
They are good eating.

My wife's grandmother insisted that we keep the heads for her. She'd fry them up, then hold the head in her hand and crack it open with a butter knife handle and eat the brain. I thought it was the most disgusting thing I'd ever seen, but I kept my mouth shut because my girlfriend (now wife) loved her gramma. Actually, I loved her too, but watching her eat those squirrel heads was a sight I'd never seen.
 
I'll admit to eating squirrel brains when I was a kid. The whole head in fact. I don't think I'd do it now (I know of one fella who came down with a serious malady they say was caused by squirrel brains). Back in the day we ate whatever we could shoot, catch, or run over, and glad to get it.
 
Dad told me just before he passed away-- last time I went hunting with my dad "we went to a grove of walnut trees that were over run with squirrels, almost filled a 5 gallon bucket with them. My Dad was very good at skinning squirrels so I took 2 and left him with the rest. Next time I saw dad I ask him how he was doing. His response was -- I'm chirping like a darn squirrel.". Ww2 came along just after that, dad and his 4 brothers joined up. Dad could shoot the head off a knat at 5o paces, he was given the job of training people how to fire a weapon, one of his brothers was with Patton, one was a belly gunner on a bomber, one was in the navy got a destroyer torpedioed out from under him. All got home.
 

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