The most fun shooting in my life was at night in the city dump where I went to college - shooting rats with a .22 pistol! We could spend hours in the moonlight picking them off as they would scurry on well-worn paths (a “run”) between piles of trash.
Yes, one had to deal initially with the stench of the dump, but thankfully the olefactory nerves desensitize to a smell after prolonged exposure......
It was so much fun, once we started, we never wanted to leave - there is immense satisfaction hitting your evil target and watching the beast die - all the while knowing that you are doing a good deed by ridding the world of one more evil pest.
But one time I almost shot my foot when I was crossing a run and a whole pack came out of a pile of trash, and seeing my leg thinking it was simply a pile of trash to be climbed! Never put your foot in the middle of a run!
I was once very nearly an Olympic biathlete (skiing, shooting) and one of the fellows with whom I trained had the following summer job description: Ride ATV around, shoot prairie dogs.
Funny thing, we talked about it later and it really bothered him.