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My grandfather would fill a pocket with pebbles. We'd sneak into an area looking for signs that squirrels have been feeding and find a comfortable place to sit. Wait 5 or 10 minutes and he'd flick pebbles into the dry leaves. That mimics the sound of a squirrel feeding and dropping bits of pecans or acorns. To a squirrel, that sound is pretty much an all-clear signal that they can get back to feeding. We'd kill a couple and then relocate.
Papa loved fried squirrel heads. He'd crack them and eat the brains. Grandma and I would try to not look.
I've tried to pass on all the squirrel hunting techniques to my grandson. All those great memories.
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