Out in the flatlands east of beyond, the shoots of green grass are shouldering through the stubble. Down in their dens, the Belding’s ground squirrels are astir. It won’t be long before sage rats are perched atop their mounds in the spring sunlight. There are a lot of ways to deal with this pest of the agricultural pivot, this inhibitor of harvest, this purveyor of plague, but the most sporting method is with a rifle, a rest and a box of rimfire ammunition.
