Well when i was like 12-13 years old, i went squirle huntin with a old man (who has sense past) he was like 55-56 at the time. we got out into this HUGE oak flat with limbrats everywhere. We blasted about 25-30 of them (i know the lemit is 10ea but whatcha gonna do it was like 15years ago). as we went along grabin them puttin them in the vest, i was asked why did i smash there heads with the but of my gun. i told him my dad told me to do it. he laffed and went on picking the little rats up. He was about 15 feet away when i heard him screaming and rollin on the ground rubbing his back on the tree, yelling help the whole time..LOL man one of those little limb rats wasnt dead, or all the way dead and it had gotten between his vest and shirt and was eatin his ass up. I wanted to help but i was laffin to hard. I musta told that story every year 2-3 times a year from that day till now. cant help but laff about it HAHHAHAHA