I just finished hunting for my Case XX pocket knife! Bagged that sucker! I have been carrying this bone-handled thing for 25 years. The bone is worn smooth. It was wily - it hid under the hood of my car and rode around for 60 miles a day for 3 days. But I was determined and I stealthily tracked it down by stumbling across it when I checked my oil. So happy!
We've also been trapping house cats. Neighbor 2 doors down has collected 25 feral felines by feeding strays. We've been trapping them in Have-A-Hearts so the Humane Society could spay and neuter them under a grant program and then release them back into the wild. Now, you might say, feral house cats, what is so exciting about trapping those? In that case, I'll know you have never trapped one! They don't just sit there afterward.
I'll soon turn my trusty live trap against the raccoons, since one just casually walked up the steps to my back porch the other night and came about 2 feet from me until I finally convinced it to go on. That's too close and too friendly for a critter that could carry rabies and is prone to biting on a quick swing in mood. A ride is in their future.
Now, people might say, why don't you shoot the ***** and the groundhogs, too, for that matter? Well, I found that if you shoot one, you'll never be able to walk out your door with a gun again before they all scatter. Trapping is more efficient.