some say that there was once a time that a squirrel could take to a tree on the atlantic coast in Virginia, and never touch the ground again until touching down on the banks of the Mississippi river.
i don't know if that was true or not, but sounds like it could be.
as an aside, we always parboiled our squirrels, then battered and fried, and eat with biscuits, and maybe green beans or black-eyed peas. Good protein, cheap, and readily available.
once in a while, Grandma would serve them up as squirrels and dumplings, sans the chicken.
