I've shot bunches of the bastards. I almost flipped an ATV in one of their holes, it was game on ever since. I had a two year run with my dog, 180 something. He got almost 40 himself. He would chase them down, then grab their necks and shake the hell out of them, then bite down their back breaking their spines. I used a .22, .223 for longer shots, or a .410 for when the dog treed them. What, you didn't know they climbed trees?