FWP’s Montana Outdoors magazine has an article that begins… It was the first day of deer season, and I was waiting about 100 yards from a game trail where I’d seen a nice whitetail buck the previous year. After an hour or so, I heard a small branch break. My heart pounding, I lifted my rifle, hoping to see the deer. Then I heard that incessant chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp familiar to all forest hunters. A red squirrel that didn’t want me in its territory had busted my hiding spot. I threw the little noisemaker a nasty look before moving on. The squirrel kept chattering away and flapping its tail until I was out of sight.