Small game hunting in Pennsylvania was one of my favorite things to do as a teenager. I remember growing up, my dad and I would head over the mountain to our uncles farm to do some hunting in the morning or evening. We didn't have a reliable dog to work the brush for us (our basset hound was more of an inside dog... face palm), so we worked hard for our shots and endured a lot of cuts and embedded thorns. I will say we were pretty successful and almost always brought rabbits home. That same farm was loaded with squirrels and it was nothing to limit out by mid-morning.
I have since moved 3 hours away from my dad and he is much older now. Needless to say we don't get out as much for small game together. However, I was lucky enough to get out with him about 2 weekends ago for a few hours. We didn't stay out long as he has trouble moving around these days, but we got a few squirrels. I'll be honest though, I didn't care if we got anything that morning. It was just nice to get out there with him, it took me down memory lane.