This ballsy little wench decided to explore our back porch by the livin' room while I was sittin' in my chair readin'. After the last fiasco with groundhogs at the house (in which one that shoulda been dead to rights got her shit together and made it back under the shed after I shot her) I scrapped the 2-3/4" low brass 6's in favor of some 3-1/2" magnum 5's that didn't make the cut for turkeys.
Well, I reckon at the whoppin' distance of three yards, it wouldn't have mattered what ammo I had. Regardless, this'n didn't make it back under the shed, and I caught hell from the girl for puttin' a divot in the yard. Either way, it's a dead groundhog so I'm happy.