This is an excerpt from my grandfather's diary. A little background. They were lead and silver miners/farmers and the following discusses how my grandfather and great grandfather would spend their lunchtime during the summer: "My father owned a(n 1886 Winchester) 45/90 rifle and during the noon hour he would see how many ground dogs he could hit as they sat up by their hole. When he hit one it would turn them wrong side out and all you could find were small pieces. Sometimes I would pack water from the spring and force them out of their hole then hit them with a club; they could not run as they were too soaked." I do have an 1886 45-90 takedown Winchester/Miroku replica. I may just have to get it out and try that! The rifle; not the club!