Never had this happen before...got a letter from a lady who had been complaining to a friend about ghogs eating her garden. Friend gave her my name as I hunt ghogs on his place. Called her and she begged me to come "kill all of them"!! She offered lemonade and sandwiches! Her place is small but we can always find a way to harvest the vermin. Went today and had no problem finding 4 holes in a colony. Went to the barn and one was staring at me from his hole with well worn paths to the barn and another small building. Sat up on a hill overlooking all this and in10 min one comes out oblivious to my presence...bad move. Short range so used my Les baer ar varmint shooting 52 cheeks with h335. DRT. 15 min later and his brother comes out of same hole to stretch and samo, samo. 25 min later and one runs from barn to the killing zone...what was he thinking? Joined his siblings. I had a pile of dead ghogs, so I called it a day and will return soon as mama and papa are still there. The nice lady arrived home and upon seeing my handiwork, placed a kiss on my cheek and a plea to return soon. How could I say no?