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Join Date: Jan 2008
Location: Washington County PA
Enjoy...... I truly miss those days of hunting groundhogs that started when I was very young around 8 years old. My dad was working out of town and my mom allowed me to take a 22 rifle and one round for a 45 minute timed hunt. She gave me one of dad's old watches, and sent me out the door telling me to be careful. Forty five minutes from the house and back was not enough time to cover much ground so I headed out to the closest place I knew there were dens. I could go directly to the dens, but the ground hogs would surely see me so I had to circle around on a farther route which was thick with tall weeds and sharp briars to have a chance to sneak in without being noticed. I was already checking dad's watch as I was worried about the time it was taking to get into position as I was being scratched with briars.
I hurried as fast as I could until I got close to the area then I slipped in as quite as I could in my Converse All Star sneakers. There were three main dens and I check out two of them seeing nothing; however, just as I made my final move on the last den I spotted a groundhog with just his head sticking out of the den; however he also saw me and pull his head back in so I sat down and aimed my 22 directly at the opening of the den, turned dad's watch around backwards on my wrist so I could see the time without moving. I sat, starred, aimed, hoped and wished for the groundhog to once again appear. I don't how many times I said to myself "Come on" but the wise old hog did not appear and now only just 5 minutes remained.
I could not be late as I knew my chances of being allowed to go on another trusted hunt would greatly diminish. So I said a bad word....Probably "Darn" in those days. So like Barny Fife I unloaded my one round and at full speed sent those Converse All Stars in race mode to arrive back at house in time, but out of breath....and relayed my appreciation and disappointment to my mom who was sympathetic to my first alone hunt.
That night I could not sleep as I kept thinking how did I go wrong, why didn't I move slower, or why didn't the stupid ground hog just stay in place for a couple of more seconds. That was 65 years ago and I remember it like yesterday.
Thanks for sharing your groundhog hunts....
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