I used to chase rats in an abandoned garbage dump that was almost completely covered with a 12" layer of dirt. Rats built trails all over the place. A bicycle, lunch, thermos and my trusted Sheridan pellet gun with a K4 on it. I was a terror at that place. Took some time but killed a fair share while they scooted down their paths. Even got Dad to go with me. He thought it was great fun.
They were rats not mice. Late 60's, early 70's. Enjoyed every second of it.