long time ago in a galaxy far far away, my mom was determined to get rid of the gophers in our garden. She told me to go watch one of the holes w/her 12gauge shotgun. So I did. I sat there with the shotgun in my lap (double barrel) cocked & ready to fire. Finally, after about an hour (booooooring.. just sitting 100% still), I saw movement in the gopher mound. Sure enough, after about 2 minutes, I saw feet. I waited & waited and waited, with the shotgun at ready. When I actually saw it's head, I pulled 1 trigger.
Little did I know that Father had replaced the birdshot with deer slugs.
Oops. Got rid of *that* gopher, though...
