hunting rats with a 12 gauge
During my teen years I would often go spend weekends at my grandma's house down in Gilroy. She lived out in a farming area.
In the evening, after the chickens had roosted, I would sprinkle a little hen-scratch (feed) into each of the various holes in the floor and walls of the chicken coupe and then return an hour or two later and examine the holes to see which ones hadn't any feed left in them. Then, I would "re-stock" the empty holes and sit on a chair in the center of the coup with my flashlight and my grandma's 20" Mossberg 500 ATP 12 gauge riot-gun resting in my lap. As soon as I discovered some activity, I would shoulder the shotgun and focus all of my attention into the depth of the hole. As soon as I saw those shiny eyes my heart would start racing as if I was aiming at a trophy buck. I'd wait for the little rodent to stretch forward his head and reach for the next crumb, then I'd pull the trigger. The hole would erupt with a cloud of dust, the chickens would start and stir, and there would be this ringing in my ears.
I'd get a stick and fish the rat's headless body from the hole. These were big, round, well-fed rats. Often I'd shoot two or three in a single evening; sometimes I'd shoot a second rat in the very same hole that I'd shot the first rat! I guess the smell of rat-guts and blood don't do much to repel other rats. During my "career" I shot well over 50 rats with that Mossberg.