I’ve come to the conclusion that hunting is hunting. I get the same exact adrenaline rush; the same excitement and joy despite the game. A turkey coming into my decoy rattles my nerve just like an elk coming in. Hehe. A few years ago while deer hunting we came upon an abandoned homestead littered with fat cottontail. We put away the big guns and grabbed rimfire. I grabbed a .22 PCP airgun. It was the most giddy fun ever. We ended up with great table fare. No heavy lifting. . Believe it or not, my first cottontail hunt. Spot and stalk. Now I want some squirrel. I’m reasearching a backpack hunt into Arizona . I’ve packed in for Couse deer, now I just want a few tree squirrels . We do have a squirrel hunt in CA nearby, but that is a tough hike into the Sierra Nevada mountains. There is still snow then. Maybe I’ll hit up the Midwest. Then off to AK for a dream hint. I want to hike the forest of Alaska shooting my .22 at the sooty grouse.