I've had many encounters with them over the years, but 2 stick out in my mind. One year while bow hunting just at dark, I had one glide in and lands in my lap. Before I could comprehend what had happened, the little bastard ran up inside my jacket. Still not knowing WTF was on me, I did my best drunk Ninja moves ever 20 feet off the ground. All I can say is I thank God I was wearing a harness that day. The second memorable time was when I rat trapped 13 in one weekend out of my cabin. The first 12 were all males in full squirrel rut. Number 13 was the female. As soon as I got her I never saw or heard another one in the cabin.
