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Our dog is named Bobus (named by Michaela when she was three years old). My brother's dog is named Lucy. Together, they are rather hard on packrats. I grew up in rural Kansas hunting all kinds of everything, and truly believed that it did not get any better than Quail or Pheasant Hunting. Wrong. I honestly would rather hunt packrats.
Several times over the Thanksgiving Holidays, we load "the cousins" (all 12 of them) together with the men (and some of the women) into pickups, and travel the gravel roads of the Kansas Flint Hills, where my parents live. We use no guns (OK, we do use a paintball gun to get them out of trees), but instead poke and prod "sucker rods" into the nests and wait for rats to boil out. When they do, the dogs do their work (or the kids chase them down and attempt to "whack" them). When the rats head up into the tops of the Hedge Rows like they frequently do, we have to knock them out with Hedge Apples (Hedge Balls) or the above-mentioned paintball gun. Many times, it turns into a crazy chase --- a true "melee" if you will. I would put up some of our videos taken over a several year period, but unfortunately they were all shot by my brother in law, and is only on disc or VHS, and I have no idea how to get it online.
Yes, I realize that a chiropractor, two MDs, a mechanical engineer, and several other professionals, "ratting" may seem a bit ridiculous. Who cares! A friend who has ratted with us several times said to my wife when she asked him what he thought of it after his first experience, "You can't buy this kind of fun!". So everyone; Get Ready to Rat!