Yesterday afternoon After a very long day I remembered I hadn't checked my trap I had set out in hopes of catching whatever had killed one of my roo's A week previously. It had been 27 hours since I had last checked it but when I came to the place where it had been set IT WAS GONE!!!! Luckily my new Faithful puppy dog Daisy was hot on its trail. ten minutes later we find it 50 yards away down a hill in a dried up stream bed. Inside was A big'ole mangy coon. Feeling no pity for this would-be Chicken murderer I got the 22. and was ready to deal with him........ Unfortunately The Hava-heart trap doesn't have to many spaces the Business end of my 22. could fit in. But not wanting to risk letting him out and maybe missing him I found a few spots just big enough. after 5 minutes of waiting for him to move his head at just the right angle I got my shot, and took it. the first shot went a little more to the right of in between his eyes than I had planned so I popped two more into him to try and make it as painless as possible. never the less after the deed was done the trap looked as if it was painted red from the inside. and I was on the verge of vomiting. Being a hunter since the age of 12 I was used to killing animals but something about killing a caged creature just rubbed me the wrong way... but as my dad said "its just part of it."