Squirrel Dog

Cell phone self-portrait with Skeet on the look-out

Uncle Rusty and dad went squirrel hunting over at Ralph's yesterday afternoon in a light mist. Rusty bought his three-day non-resident license for the trip south from Rockford, Illinois and even though the weather wasn't the greatest, they gave it a try.
Dad took Skeet since she has decided that any time dad gets in the truck, she has to go. She was originally supposed to be a squirrel dog, but back in those days (late '90s), dad didn't care to shoot a squirrel out of the tree during training, so she never learned that a squirrel in the tree meant a squirrel to chomp on. She would tree them, but wouldn't bark and then would lose interest in them before dad could come over. She became another unproductive farm animal needing to be fed. But that's OK. We like her anyway.
Dad got the only squirrel seen on the short outing. He made a good head shot on it with the .22 (no scope) and Skeet raced over and shook it violently to make sure it was dead. Maybe after nearly 15 years, she'll earn her keep after all.