I have already got my .17, .22, and .223 out and whacked 74 already, I got one of those little counters and hang it from my rearview mirror and am keeping count, I think they are called Richardsons ground squirells around these parts but they get names like.....gophers, whistle pigs, Bas**rds, and on and on it don't matter what you call em' as long as they wind up dead I guess...
