As a high testosterone male I’m not very good at multi-tasking (allegedly). And I’m pretty damn competitive and not a little bit aggressive. A bullseye target is good but a little too . . . intellectual. Let me put it this way: I never hit a golf ball so far or so accurately as I did when the guy in the golf cart shark cage drove onto the driving range. When it comes to shooting I like “singing steel” (as Nick so eloquently put it in his review of the McMillan Tactical Hunter). So the idea of taking shots at a 3-D self-healing prairie dogs pushes all kinds of buttons for me. I mean just look at the snooty little bastard. If Do-All Outdoors could make a system that has the dogs popping-up from underground like Ye Olde Whack-A-Mole, oh man . . .