I had flying squirrels in my drawer and my mother would go take the laundry out and go outside in a big pot and put the dirty clothes in there. I remember Crispy the squirrel coming up out of the clothes, out of my underwear drawer and bubbles coming out of his nose. Mom was punching a stick in that big pot out in the backyard, and that squirrel was in my clothes, it’s something. Now, you talked about being younger, a hunter, and you’re talking about your conservation efforts.
