Back when I was a teenager or as some say;
dumber than a Day-Old Boot. We use to hunt a nice stand of timber, just south of Tipton, IA. we never got skunked on hunting Squirrels. We also never asked anyone for permission to hunt there. One late morning, a pick-up truck with four men, pulled up and started yelling and coming after us. We obviously ran like heck and when we got to our car, I noticed that the .22 Derringer I always kept in my rear pocket, had fallen out. Sure missed that little guy but did learn a big lesson ...
Be Safe !!!