I was enjoying an evening alone in camp this weekend with an adult beverage. I'd filled my cooler earlier in the day so I did a few chores around camp and relaxed. I noticed some activity out of the corner of my eye and then began to watch a busy little gopher dig a bit of a hole not six feet from me. I watched him while I enjoyed the peace & quiet (and my beverage ). I got up to refresh my drink and was careful to not alarm the little guy when I returned and sat down to enjoy the show nature was putting on for me.
About halfway into my second adult beverage I remembered the hole the leg of my chair had broken into when I sat down for breakfast and I saw a few other gopher related safety hazards around camp. Suddenly I didn't like my cute little new friend so much. I moved my chair into position so that the next time he popped up his little head I'd be about four feet behind him. I drew my 45ACP, took careful aim, released the thumb safety and waited. I didn't have long to wait. Up popped his little earless head, BOOM goes my 45 and he falls back into his hole after taking a 200 gr J-word () to the base of his skull. Some of the dirt he'd so carefully stacked up around his new hole fell down on top of his lifeless body.
Somehow I couldn't decide if my little escapade reminded me more of Caddyshack or Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.