I was a hiker that day.
I work for RM Pyles Boys Camp in the Sequoia National Forest in central California. I pretty much had eliminated all of the squirrels at our main camp location, but I knew there were a ton of them making a mess at our 2nd year program location at Lion Meadows in the Golden Trout Wilderness. Problem is, Lion Meadows is a 9 mile hike from the road. On our day off, I up and decided, I am going to go out to Lion Meadows and eliminate squirrels. So I got together a bunch of power bars, some extra socks, and my 10/22 and started hiking. I think it only took me 3.5-4 hours to get there. As soon as I got there, I turned the squirrels world upside down. None of the campers or staff were out there because it was in between sessions, so I just shot squirrels all day. I woke up the next morning, shot a few more and then got ready to hike back to main camp so I could start working again the next day. When it was all said and done, I had 16 confirmed humane dispatches and two probables. That .22 was on that day and the only one I missed completely was the last shot of the morning.
And to piss off the liberals in the organization, I figured what could be better than posing with a pile of dead squirrels in front of the Lion Meadows sign. Overall it was a great trip and our Lion Meadows director and counselors were very pleased that I eliminated that problem. They had been chewing stuff up and digging holes in the cook cabin all summer long.