[Tim Hancock]

I grew up in a place with sandy ground my dad would get so frustrated that he would tamp down the tunnels, then sit outside in a lawn chair for hours waiting for some movement. When he saw movement he went after them with a shovel a couple feet behind the new tunnel being dug. He would dig a hole then proceed to the end of the tunnel till he found the mole and he would beat it like a madman with the shovel. Afterwards he would be all pumped up, breathing hard and sweating profusely! At every family gathering, he would go on and on about his ground mole hunting expiditions. It was hilarious how much satisfaction he got from bagging a few of these each summer!