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Thanks, Rosalind. So far tried....

Jeyes Fluid
Mothballs
White spirit
Creosote
Bleach
Urine (fresh and mature)

The moles love all these.
I've flooded the runs with a hose.
A mate says he gassed his with an old bike inner tube/hosepipe connection but I'm afraid of blowing the car exhaust.
I've watched them at work and tried to stab them.
I have got one with a scissor trap a couple of years ago.
At the moment I've set a trap in a likely run....

Okay rambler you are obviously not the squeamish type.

Seriously...ninja suit, the afore mentioned JRH...sorted!

Good excercise to boot...


Yaahaa!

Images of Inspector Clueso's side kick looms...

What I need is a dinner-plate sized disc with about thirty closely-spaced tines; when I see activity I could place the 'killer' over the molehill and jump on it....
I do hope FRANCIS will not be too horrified.

http://www.farmshow.com/a_article.php?aid=13441

The yanks got there first.

I can't picture it- but I'm sure it leaves them starry-"eyed". My arch-enemies are the woodchucks. Nobody can outsmart them.

Since I last posted my little friend has made another hill thirty feet from the trap.
I forgot, I also bought one of those posts with a solar panel on the top which made vibrations 'guaranteed' to scare away moles. A fool and his money are soon parted.
Going to google 'woodchucks' now,

They're actually handsome, healthy-looking creatures. Who wouldn't be with a steady diet of organically grown tomatoes, pole beans, chard, and bell peppers? Beautiful pelts, sinister little brains.

Rambler?

Do you love the smell of napome in the morning?

Btw...also intrigued by the use of urine fresh and " mature". Where does one store it?

Just a few days ago I was talking to my daughter at the kitchen table when she suddenly said (staring out the window- yes, out is a preposition here), "There's a HUGE animal up in that tree. I think it's a woodchuck!" I foolishly said, "It can't be. Woodchucks can't climb." Nonetheless, there it was, about twenty feet off the ground in a spindly dogwood: a woodchuck the size of Orson Welles (and just as innovative). I had never in my life seen one in a tree, and it drove home to me just how hopeless the war is.