I know it is hard to classify pest control on this leve "Hunting", but here goes. The last two (2) winters we have had a problem with rats. Our cats died/ran off three years ago. They kept the rat population at bay. They have been getting into the attic and between the ceiling of the first floor and the floor of the upstairs. Their scurrying is quite unnerving at times. I tried bait (dead rats stink) and traps (not very successful). They have chewed up ammo boxes and camping supplies in the shop and left a mess all over the garage. Last year, the mild winter allowed me to stake out the back porch and plink at them with a pellet gun. They would use the incoming cable TV/Phone lines as an aereal highway. My brother inlaw tagged one off the wire and I got one off the privacy fence. 5 pumps from a cheapo Crossman pellet gun is lethal. A while back, my son spotted one in the garage so I staged the loaded pellet gun just inside the garage. The other day, I stepped into the garage from the house and a rat was scrambling along the garage door track. I grabbed up the trusty crossman and took aim at the critter as it traversed the top of the garage door. It was moving pretty fast so I used my wing shooting skills and tracked through the rat to lead it slightly. Squeeze the trigger and the rat dropped like a stone. I checked and found I hit is squarely in the ear, killing it instantly. I was quite proud of my marksmanship. Running rat, 25 feet, head shot! I have heard no scurrying since. I must have either made an impression on the others or got the lone rat. Several years ago, I lived in the country. Shredding the fields (mowing for you city slickers) was not drudgery, but an opportunity to supplement the barn cat's feed. I always carried my 3" S&W M-65 .357 revolver with home made shotshells. The rats would scramble out of the way of the tractor and into the waiting arms of the little Smith. Stop, put the tractor in neutral, toss the body on the shredder deck and get back to work. When the chore was done, give the bodies to the barn cats. They absolutley LOVED fresh rat meat. I learned to wean the kittens from mother's milk to rat meat. It made for cats who did not "play" with their prey. They killed them quickly and ate them before any other cats arrived to steal the kill. The only time I saw one of these trained killers "play" with a rat was whn one old tomcat was training a couple of kittens he had found and brought home. I watched with delight as he held the rat down for the 8 week old kittens. They learned that rat meat was a delectible treat and they, too, became stone killers.