I always wondered whatever happened to ole Carl.
To kill, you must know your enemy, and in this case my enemy is a varmint. And a varmint will never quit - ever. They're like the Viet Cong - Varmint Cong. So you have to fall back on superior intelligence and superior firepower. And that's all she wrote . . . I got to get into this dude's pelt and crawl around for a few days. Who's the mole's ally? His friends? The harmless squirrel and the friendly rabbit.