Just one shot, for many many hours of hunting, sitting still, in a chair, down by the pond. Had ratty in the crosshairs, pulled the trigger, and he dived. No blood. The next day, he or another muskrat, was seen crossing the pond with a mouth full of plant matter. They are so careful. Trapping’s the only way – and I haven’t been able to find their hole, this season. Not yet. And now, it’s too late to save the pond – but I will eradicate those muskrats, this year, anyway.