I had one for a while. It flew off a bookshelf and "dive bombed" my mother, while she was cleaning. A window was opened, and it was swept outside.
It was a cool critter.
I had one for a while. It flew off a bookshelf and "dive bombed" my mother, while she was cleaning. A window was opened, and it was swept outside.
It was a cool critter.
They make great pets, especially the females. My kids grew up with flyers in the house. They also grew up with an albino cat squirrel and a gray fox in the house.
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I had all kinds of wild animals as pets growing up but my favorite was my flying squirrel in the 60's. Mine was so tame that I could even take him outside and he would jump in trees and come back. The coolest thing was taking him to Show & Tell at BC #3 Elementary now known as George I. Pair in West Columbia. The entire school would gather around the playground and I would stand in the center of literally hundreds of kids as I balled him up in my hand and threw him as high as I could. He would glide in circles and land on my head or shoulders every time. I was a baseball pitcher and could throw him really high and he seemed to love it. Now it would be on YouTube and available for everyone to watch.
I also had 10-12 Fox squirrels in a pen. Some were very friendly and some would bite the hell out of you if you tried to pick them up. My father made a wheel for them to run and get exercise in. One of the big old squirrels liked to lay in the bottom of the wheel and the younger squirrels would get in and still run and jump over the bigger on when they came to him. The old one would be going around and around for hours. My mother sold flowers and clients would pull up a chair and watch that for a long time.
I only hunt on days that end in "y"!
My dad had one as a pet and it was definitely cool but if my dad acted like you were hurting him that thing would pitch a fit.
dont people call them "boomers?"
Ugh. Stupid people piss me off.
Come on, it had to be posted after Mobetter's story:
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First sighting as a kid was one splayed out on our bug zapper! I missed the firework show.
Low country redneck who moved north
When I started hunting, a relative owned a large track of land about 5 miles past White Knoll High School and it had huge stands of large pines which is what you need for fox squirrels. He also grew the biggest canes I have ever seen. My father, grandfather and my relative would cut a cane that was roughly 50 feet long and trim it up. We would carry that into the woods, find a nest in late February and stick the cane up into it and shake it and the babies would fall out. We would try and catch them with a burlap bag as they fell. That is how I got my flying squirrel also but with a shorter cane. I would not do something like that now as I am sure we may have hurt or killed some along the way. Fox squirrels are awful special to me now and I am lucky that both my private land and hunt club have large populations of them. I do not ever allow anyone to shoot them at either place. Sometimes I will have as many as 7 playing around me when in a stand.
I only hunt on days that end in "y"!
They are softer than velvet.
Hunting outside the box
I had one for a couple years as a kid. Found him in our fireplace one morning. I built him a bad ass cage out of a set of bookshelves and he would also roam the house. Cool critters.
Them that don't know him won't like him, and them that do sometimes won't know how to take him
He ain't wrong, he's just different, and his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right
They don't put Championship rings on smooth hands
They really are cool little bastards.....the ones that are tame are a lot of fun . Got a big ass buddy that weighs about 350 pounds that's terrified of em......some of yall know Big R. If he gets in a stand that's got em in it , he will have a melt down...and we got a lot of em in our big stands
If it aint got 8 toes & a green head,it aint a duck.
Never had any flying squirrels although I wish I did. I had a couple snappin turtles though they we're good pets.
terrified of a squirrel?
I'm not sure I would've admitted that....
Ugh. Stupid people piss me off.
I killed a flying squirrel by accident as a teen, I was really sad after I saw what I had done.
Cool creatures
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