I used to do pigeon clean up duty at a friends farm. There was lots of barn cats at the place but I am guessing the pigeons in the rafters of the barn and in the old style silos were not easy for the cats to get at. I drove in one day to say hello, the owner was sitting at a picnic table taking a break between chores with one of his farm hands. After some small talk he asks, "do you have your gun with you?" I answered "yes." He says "how do you feel about killing cats?" I said "no issue there, do you need one taken care of?" He says "I need all you can see taken care of except for one", which he described in detail. I said "point me in the right direction". So he says "go to the south side of the house and watch in the grass. They are all in there right now." Chisholm was with me. We walked over to the spot and inside of about 5 minutes space I went through 1/2 box of 7.5 trap loads shooting cats while Chisholm stood there chuckling every time I rolled one. My farmer friend was laughing like hell saying "that didn't take long, you seemed to enjoy that?" I just laughed and said "now to the pigeons!" He smiled and chuckled and said "keep at it Frank, you're welcome here any time".