Hey, I'm right there with ya' Bro. Some of my favorite teenaged memories are early morning moist and fragrant sneaks with my dad and Uncle Bob through the hickory timbers near my hometown in Iowa looking for Mr. Fuzzytail. I also practiced catch and release even back then. I would see a squirrel scampering through the trees, empty all 20 long rifle rounds at it as fast as I could with my dad's Marlin 39A lever action rifle (pieces of tree branches, bark, hickory nuts, and bushytail fur flying into the air all around), but not actually causing any physical injury to the compact little moving target. The gunpowder smell in the air after that barrage made the whole experience seem even more awesome!