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Kalbfleish watches the shooting from a small hill while registering members and handing out club literature. The V.H.A.'s logo, printed on window stickers and patches sewn onto hunter's shirts and caps, shows a prairie dog encircled by the motto "Courtesy. Camaraderie. Conservation." To Kalbfleish, varminting means all of these, but mostly it's about "accuracy." And fun. "Is there any nobility to it? No," he says. "But I don't see any nobility to the other side either, which is, Don't shoot them. My position is, You go do what you want to do, and that's fine, and I'll do what I want to do."
The firing pauses; the shooters unload their rifles. It's time to put out more eggs. They erupt when you shoot them, spraying their contents everywhere. But for die-hard, veteran varminters, it's just not the same as the real thing.