Number 8: June 28th
After my three successful back to back to back off hand shots on my last groundhog hunt, I was feeling pretty darn good about myself. In hunting, it’s important to grab on to those moments and savor them because guaranteed they do not last.
To the south across the road from my chicken barn is a north-south fence line that divides one neighbor’s hay field from another neighbor’s vacant field. It had been a couple of weeks since hay was cut and the new green growth was abundant and lush. I had been seeing a groundhog in the hay field along that fence line most evenings. On my next free evening, I walked across the road to the fence line. And while I say fence line (which it is because there is a fence), it is really an overgrown tree line. I had cover galore to approach this woodchuck without being...
I decided to get this started..........
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Numbers 5, 6 and 7: June 20th.
About a week after the evening chore groundhog, I was taking the dogs for their evening walk down the road. My neighbor was out and called me over. He had seen a groundhog in a field out behind the dairy barn. He insisted that we walk back there so he could show me exactly where he spotted the varmint. Thankfully I had my rubber boots on that day as we had to walk through the mud to get there. My white footed beagles on the other hand became brown footed in a hurry: a small price to pay for a lead on another groundhog. The dry cows and heifers were out in that field but he said that they would most often be grazing on one side or the other and I should have a clear shot. This would be the spot of my next hunt.
I was able find some free time 3 days later. Around 4pm, I walked back...
Number 4: June 11th
This hunt typifies what happens on farms all across the world on a daily basis. While people do specifically varmint hunt, I’ll bet that that most critters of the nuisance variety that get shot and killed are because opportunity knocked.
There I was on a fine summer evening doing poultry chores. There were chickens being raised out on pasture and I was by the barn using the hose to fill a large bucket with water to haul out to them. What else is a person to do when filling a bucket with water but to look around the barnyard? There were chickens scratching beneath the pine trees in front of the house. There were rabbits along the tractor path on the other side of the creek. The dogs were tied out and sleeping in the shade of the big maple tree behind the house. Beyond the dogs, the mowed yard extends out parallel to the bank of the...
Number 3: June 7th
The day after groundhog number 2, my neighbor called and left a message on my answering machine that he had seen a groundhog in his freshly mowed hayfield near one of the cow water troughs. Actually he used the words “blue water tank”. I listened to the message a couple times and even walked down the road a piece trying to figure out where he meant. To describe a spot location on a farm so that another person understands is quite a challenge. It brought back memories of deer hunting the hills and hollows of southeastern Ohio with my husband’s uncle. In his soft Appalachian accent, he would give us “kids” directions to navigate through the woods that would go something like “go down this draw, turn left by the big hickory tree then over the next ridge by the slip to the creek that runs to the cemetery”. We would nod our heads as if...
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