Beaver!! What's a beaver!!??
Seriously though, I don't know about calling them, but I do know that I shot some a few years back. I was asked to by the Superintendent of transportation for the county I live in, sanctioned by the local Game Warden.
The beavers were causing a real mess, damming up culverts and causing water to back up over the road. People were having a difficult time just getting to their houses. The trasportation dept. cleaned the mess out, only to have the little critters rebuild in short order. It was costing the county plenty to keep that culvert clean.
Road covered by water where culvert was completely stopped up
Other end of culvert. It's easy to see that very little water was coming through. They were
dam good little builders, 'er, I meant to say they were good little dam builders.
The county had the culvert cleaned out three times, and the little fur balls built back each time.
The beavers were resourceful, they built right back again.
So, my son and I were commissioned for beaver patrol. An AR and a spot light worked
pretty darn good. As you can see, we were doing our patriotic duty.
The deadly duo. We sat up right beside the old county road. The locals didn't mind since
they knew exactly what we were doing. We were off the beaten path, so everyone on the
main road didn't see us.
Now, as to the ones that ride around in fancy cars and always reaching
for a guy's wallet, well, that's yet another story.