I love going down roads I've never seen before. Today was designated as a day of exploration. I have a Forest Service map of an area that is about 10 miles from the house and covers about 400 square miles, and this is just a small part of the whole forest.In looking at the map, I noticed a jeep trail that I could pick up about 20 miles East of our place, that would allow me to work my way West, and come out on the highway about 10 miles from the house. That became todays project. I put the .22 cal. AA 410CRBSL carbine in the rig cause you just never know when the urge to hunt might strike.Creeping along those jeep trails is a fun way to learn the lay of the land and see what's out there. I found some really great looking spots that I intend to return to and hunt squirrels.About three o'clock I came to a nice looking natural park area. It was all meadow in the middle, about three hundred yards across, and surrounded with a lot of nice mature Ponderosa Pines. It had Tassel Eared Squirrel written all over it. Let's hunt.It only took a few minutes to get my gear and gun out and I was on the hunt. My plan was to hunt from the edge of the meadow to about 100 yards into the forest. As soon as I got into the woods, I could see field stripped pine cones laying on the forest floor. This was encouraging and my alert level went up a couple of notches. I had gone maybe 300 yards when I see a squirrel jump from the forest floor up onto an old downed pine log. He's busily working on a pine cone. I put the rangefinder on him and got a distance of 122 yards. I need to close the distance some, so I put a nice big pine tree between myself and the furball, and started the sneak. When I got up to the tree I was using as a shield, I slowly stuck just enough of my head around the trunk to shoot another range on him. This time he's at 63 yards. Perfect. I'm sighted in at 55 yards, I'll hold on the top of his head, allow for the breeze and we should have more fodder for the stir-fry. Well, it didn't quite work out that way. As soon as I put the Stoney Point bipod out by the side of the tree and rested the carbine on it he was gone. He launched off of that log and made a beeline to the nearest tree. They can race up those trees in a heart beat.I shot a quick range to the trunk, knowing that I probably won't have time to get a direct range on him, and the range to the trunk is going to be close enough. The trunk is 59 yards away. He of course, has placed himself on the far side of the tree, out of my sight. I want to take him before he gets into the crown of the tree. The tree crowns overlap, and once there, he can start going tree to tree and I'll lose him for surePatience is a virtue when hunting these guys. I just hung out by the tree I was setup by and waited. He eventually comes out about 60 feet up in a 90 foot pine. He's sitting on a limb in such a way that I cannot see his head, but I can see his right side kind of angling away to the left. It looks like a heart lung shot will do the trick. When the shot broke there was that loud THWACK that is the sweet sound of success.Down he came, and it was nothing but net. He didn't hit anything on the way to the ground. The furball bounced twice and just lay there. I think the pellet hit the spine on the way through. It exited by the left shoulder. It was starting to get late, and I had told my wife that I would be home by five, so I decided to come back another day and hunt this area again. I took a quick picture of the prize posed with the AA 410CRBSL and rangefinder, hiked back to my rig, put everything away, and headed for the old homestead.The serenity and solitude one experiences while slipping through the woods hunting tree squirrels, is one of life's great pleasures.