Several years ago on a Brady lease I found one inside my blind. It ran circles around the walls while I was locked into the ladder shooting arrows at it through the open door. It eventually jumped out a window and up a nearby tree. I had already destroyed two arrows with broadheads, so I screwed off a broadhead and thumped it in the head with a blunt arrow. It knocked it out of the tree and out cold. I picked it up by the tail and carried it into the open to step on it's chest to finish it off. Only it came back alive and bit into my boot and would not let go. I envisioned this thing climbing up my body and started high kicking forward and backward trying to get it off me. On one of the kicks it let go somersaulting high into the air, but rather than run away when it hit the ground, it started attacking me. I was fighting it off using my bow as a club. It was making gremlin sounds the entire time it was attacking me too. I yelled at my hunting buddy who was rolling on the ground laughing to go get my shotgun out of the Jeep. He asked if I wanted him to load it and I said no, it's personal now. After a running battle me chasing it, it chasing me, I killed it with the butt of the shotgun. There were more events to this story and only my old hunting buddy can tell it completely. I do remember I finished the battle saying "If Ringtails were as big as Bears, we would all be in trouble". I trapped many of them back in the day and though they don't look like much, I have great respect for them.

I think there was a song about something similar where there was a squirrel loose in a church.

I think there was a song about something similar where there was a squirrel loose in a church.