When I came back to Montana I felt an obligation to uphold some people's stereotype of me, so I went and killed things. I went gopher hunting with my dad and brother last Saturday. May 30th. I spent the afternoon riding in the back of a Toyota pick-up truck with my brother while my dad drove. Each armed with a .22, we shot about 600 rounds of ammunition at small rodents out on the Montanan prairie and ended up killing over one hundred of the critters between the three of us. If only the rodent problem on Putz could be solved so easily.