My uncle called Peter the other day and asked him to come exterminate his gophers for him. I've been begging to go shooting for a few weeks, so we were more than happy to oblige. We drove out to his farm with our guns and began the extermination process.
We drove out to a windy, thorny, cow-poop covered, gopher infested pasture and let them have it!
I got probably 30 thorns in each of my feet.
I didn't even feel them until a got one on the side of my foot though.
It was a very satisfying day.