I am reminded of the first squirrel hunting expedition I took my older son on at about age 10. It was behind my in-laws house in a small woods. I knocked one out of a tree, and my son had to finish him on the ground. We brought it back with chests stuck out; pondered whether to clean the 1 squirrel. Ended up burying him and had a funeral. Still get laughs about it to this day at family get togethers.
