...apparently a family friend of his would hunt gophers by shooting a mother, leaving the corpse there, waiting for the babies to come out and examine it, and then shooting them.
I would like to punch this person in the heart with my car keys, so hard that they die. Self-proclaimed "varmint hunters" are the most self-satisfied, blitheringly sadistic motherfuck*ng scum of the earth.
I am aware of the irony in the above paragraph.

That is effing terrible.
Did you know that prairie dogs are a keystone species in the US? Hundreds of other species depend on them, and the entire delicate prairie ecosystem depends on the humble prairie dog. The 'dogs are a huge, huge source of debate and furor in my home state of Colorado. People just don't seem to get it that you can't engineer mass killings of a species and expect the rest of the ecosystem to get along without them, especially when so many other species in the prairie depend on the 'dogs for eating and whatnot.
Also, they are smarter than you would think. The prairie dog sentries have hundreds of distinct cries to warn others in their prairie-dog-community (is it called a warren?). For example, they have a specific warning for a human, and a
separate distinct warning for a human with a gun. Not only that, but I think that animals are underestimated by a lot of people. Koko the famous gorilla and her companion, Michael, were a classic example. Michael's parents were killed by poachers when he was a baby, and even as an adult he would suffer nightmares about it. He would wake up from a nighmare and cry. Because the gorillas knew sign language, they could communicate these nightmares to Penny and other humans that were around them. I'm sure that you all remember All-Ball, Koko's kitten. When All-Ball was hit by a car, Koko was inconsolable. So yes, animals do have a sense of family and they mourn just like we do. That gopher hunter is one sick fuck.
Then again, maybe I'm just hypersensitive. When I was a wee lass (aged 5 or 6), one of my asshole cousins went out and illegally took two juvenile deer. When he brought back their carcasses, he told us that he had shot Bambi. God. I havent' seen my asshole cousin in years, but if I saw him today I'd probably punch him in the heart so hard that he would die like Jared.
And yes, I am trying to "toughen up". I went hunting with a friend of mine last weekend for ptarmigan. I do not like hunting, but it's better than, say, factory farming. That is all.