Rats are like potato chips, you can’t just kill one. Tonight I went to the dairy to retrieve the shooting stick I left on my last visit. I told my wife I wouldn’t be long. As I arrive a fellow pester texts me saying the rats are jumping tonight. And that he is also on the property. So I get my first kill immediately in one of the small holes/caves that pepper the foundation of this large barn. I killed at least 25 rats in the two hours I was there. Many of the kills are within the walls/slats/holes. Two of the rats I shot were at 6 feet! I could have spit on them. Every time I was ready to leave up would pop another obliging rat. Had a good scare I shot and thought I kill a small rat, which I retrieved and put in the bucket. As I lifted the bucket to move along this wounded rat jumps out and made me jump but good! The little pp700sa is up over two hundred rats, she is a rat blood thirsty little beastie.
