The hunt...for the last two weeks I have had a varmint tearing my place up. Very cleaver beast that out smarted me at every turn. Too smart for traps and bait. So fast I never was even able to get a good look at him. Today, I see the grass twitching, the soil buckling, I get my spear and throw it with all my might! He's too fast and dodges the razor sharp blade. The chase is on! He breaks into the opening, things turn into slow motion as I heave my spear toward the beast. My trusty blade hits its mark...the beast is dead. Now before you nay sayers get going, this is the actual size of the beast. No photo shop or trick photography was used. I used no dogs nor back up weapons, just me, the beast, and my spear. Anyone know of a good taxidermist? . . . . . . . . . . . .