The ritual started this morning when I grabbed a cup of coffee and went out
to inspect my lawn. As it turned out, my gopher had been wearing his bullet proof
vest and again he clearly had opened up a new, extremely large hole.
I couldn't believe that I could have missed him with gun. So, I jump in the truck
and dash off to the hardware store, then race to the pest control section.
I'm almost ready to buy the fused cyanide pellets, when a fella stops me and
suggests that I try the old fashioned traps. He is a local farmer and uses them
in his fields.
When I get home, I set the mechanical trap and tie a 4 foot cord to it. I push the
trap into the new hole and cover it all with some grass. One hour later the entire
trap and cord are missing..... I'm not kidding!
So now I figure I got him but good, but I have to dig out 3 foot of hole to find the
end of the cord....... I pulled the cord and up comes out an empty trap which had
been sprung, but no sign of a gopher. While I'm groveling in the dirt, he pops his
head out, almost doing the Caddyshack thing as he pushes more dirt out. We
have now make eye contact.
I grab the trap, reset it and place it in the opening again. I put grass over the
top and two minutes later the cord starts disappearing again...... but this time
I got him caught by his little grubby arms. SUCCESS AT LAST
Here are crime scene Photos...........