One of the nice things about grays around here is their willingness to critique one’s shooting. Make a bad shot and they’ll stand there daring you to try again. Make a great shot and they’ll be three feet to one side before the arrow gets there. Several years ago before I got wise to it I’d empty my quiver trying to kill a single gray squirrel. It never worked, so now it’s three strikes and I call myself out. 😉