My old uncle was the only hunter & shotgun owner in the family.
By Brit standards he was born and bred real rural wild west country 'red neck'
[and most likely an occasional poacher ???]..

He made a good living from what he could 'scavenge' from the gradually diminishing local countryside.

When I was a kid, his side of the family's home was a genuine subsistence level shack
with no modern conveniences erected by the side of a stream.

We were the townie side of the family.

Doubt if we'll ever see his likes again...

Grey sqirrels may be cute, but after one of them bit me leaving a large scar in a knuckle,
I'd have no reservations about tasting one of them in return...