No Joke. My Dad prepped me for deer hunting when I was maybe six or seven, with gopher hunting. He would set me up in a low tree, or make a small "blind" for me near a gopher mound. Set me up with his scoped Marlin 39. He'd open the hole, and tell me to sit and wait, be patient, and the gopher will finally show up. He'd go off and do some stuff outside and wait for the shot, to come check on me. I would already be at the mound, with my "trophy" for him. What a great experience and treasured memory to have, for a little boy. MM