After seein' my favorite field
loaded with groundhogs the other day, I pretty much knew how my day off today was gonna go.
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The first five... the three small ones were from the same hole. |
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My long shot for the day... 290 yards, after missin' her once. |
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And a bonus baby that I walked up on as I was leavin'. |
A long time ago, I used to shoot groundhogs with my deer rifle, for lack anythin' else at the time. After awhile, I was able to buy bullets for Dad's ol' .225 Winchester, which helped a bit. I can't even imagine the carnage I could have caused with the farm's groundhog population durin' my youth if I'da had this gun. What a frikkin' tack driver.
I had a damn fine time today, and left plenty to shoot at the next time, whenever that is.
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