Wellllllll I have different options for urban or rural critters of course. Grass Grizzlies aka Sod Poodles can be lured outta their holes with kites and music ( 2 live crew annoys them just as well as my human neighbors). The kites have some weird effect on the little critters also. They seem to show half of their torso and look up. They forget all about me shooting at them.
Then for pistol shooters there is Prairie Dog Fishing....... now this is dangerous when the plague is about. Ya take yer favorite salt water grade casting rig and place a loop around the critters hole. Set back with yer spotting scope, and a cold glass of anything and wait for the grass grizzly to pop up. Set the line and the fight is on !
The battle is keeping the varmint from all the additional holes in his hood while trying to reel him in. Now here is where the danger becomes clearly present. When you have reeled the critter in to within a few yards of you it will "attack" ! It will charge you like a wounded lion (ya have to squint yer eyes to get this visual of course) . When it charges in such a manner....you must drop the fishing rod, draw your 1911A1 and defend yourself against a very nasty bite if you miss !
That's dangerous game hunting in the Panhandle of Texas !
As to this big rat under the porch problem a squirt gun full of 30 weight quaker state has been my solution in the past. They will leave because of the smell and taste when they groom themselves. And it keeps the weeds down under the porch (EPA disclaimer) too.............:o)
Stay Safe Wardaddy !
I knew you'd know.
I may actually go today to buy a pellet rifle/pistol for some coons that have been turning over my garbage. They have mastered bungee cord tie downs.
I figure if one of them has to walk around with a 22 pellet in his ass that they may choose another home with a less secure perimeter. They aren't scared of me in the least. When I approach them outside, they all stand up and hiss. My cat won't fool with a pack of them led by a big boar.
I don't want to alert my neighbors with a handcannon...in my hollow it would sound like AAA.
I hope it doesn't degenerate into a replay of my now famous hand to hand death struggle with the Bowie knife on the big boar coon on my houseboat up on Dale Hollow lake a few years back. I still have the scars on my hand and that brave coon is now feasting on the big houseboat in the sky.
I guess my reputation has not yet reached his urban kinfolks down here. They don't show me proper respect.