Joe's up to three now, and I think he's head-shot at least two of 'em.
Well, I caught two of 'em out when I was comin' up the lane this evenin', and I guess I was feelin' cocky and competitive. Tried to head-shoot the first one and somehow duffed the easy 170-yard shot completely. The second one was foolish enough to stop for half a second on the way back to the hole, so I jacked in another, aimed for the middle and touched it off. Turns out it was probably a good thing that I missed what was likely a big ol' male, because the second one turned out to be a female. I like to knock the females off before they get a chance to make a batch of hole-diggin', destructive little baby whistlepigs.
The only good groundhog's a dead groundhog.