Yep, awesome.

Working in the woods in NorCal, we would have them sit in a branch close by and watch the rocks and sticks we threw fly by their head, then turn and look right back at us.

Coworker had one blocking the road he didn't want to hit. Stopped, basically said he scooted it to the side of the road, drove past, stopped, scooted it back.

But, when I hunt them they never seem to act that way!


The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men.
In it is contentment
In it is death and all you seek
(Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)

member of the cabal of dysfunctional squirrels?