Oh, he was pissed, too. They don’t seem to consider live traps humane at all, but he settled right down after I shot him through the bars. More and more often in the summer season I just carry the Ruger, because while I might want to shoot something dangerous that would respond better to a bigger gun, that’s quite rare and it’s a rare week when I don’t take at least a few shots at squirrels. Good thing .22 has gotten easier to find, for a few years there it was a problem.
I hike over the ridge with them and throw them into the wash on Ian’s side of the horseshoe bend, and they’re never there the next morning.
Good, now for the other bastards…
Nothing goes to waste in the desert, it gets ‘recycled’ pretty quickly. Glad you are making progress.
What Mike said.