My six-year-old daughter jumped up and down with excitement, her eyes sparkling as she motioned toward the gray squirrel lying at the base of a cedar tree. “I got it! I got my first squirrel,” she ...

I started hunting in September of 1972. Seated on the ground next to my father, I settled the gold front bead of a 410 single shot on a fox squirrel’s head and pulled the trigger. Fifty-two years ...