A mile and a half east of our farm is a white 68 Mustang convertible sitting in a barn. I asked about it ten years ago and the old widow said it belonged to her son and not for sale. Her son was killed by a drunk driver.
License to kill gophers by the government of the United Nations. Man, free to kill gophers at will. 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.