I like the smell of fresh shotgun spent powder also, always have. Short story: When I was 16 (many moons ago), I was waiting for my buddy Ron to come over to my place to go squirrel hunting. He didn't show, so after a while, I got tired of waiting, grabbed my shotgun, and headed into the woods. There was an inch or so of snow on the ground, and I was walking along a ridge when I spotted a squirrel up in a tree. I shot it out of the tree and went down over the ridge a little way to retrieve it from where it had fallen. I was gutting it when I heard some noise. Ron had showed up and Mom told him I was in the woods. He followed my tracks and when I heard the noise, I looked up over the bank to see Ron sniffing my spent shotgun shell to determine how long ago I had shot. He didn't know I was watching him until I started chuckling. Ron's always been like a brother to me. We've been through everything together. Man, we could tell some stories. Well, anyway, about 5 years ago, Ron got sick and up and passed away. He was 49. Now, a lot of times, when I smell the spent shotgun shell, I can vividly see Ron on that ridge..........Till we can hunt squirrels again Ron, keep knocking 'em down!
