Three of us were diehard 'chuck hunters for decades, always made multiple trips to camp to shoot rodents, often three or four days in early July when most of the hay fields around there had been cleaned off.
Any chance that presented itself to set someone up with a dead 'chuck and suck 'em into shooting at it, was a good day. Hard to pull off, since we were usually all together.
The year we'd built the camp addition and went up frequently to get the interior done before deer season, worked out well for me. Other two took a break, drove around for a few hours shooting 'chucks, while I stayed behind. I took a break from finishing up some trim work, went up the road a bit to shoot a big one I could see from camp.
Fired a few shots at it from up the road, mostly just threw dirt on it at about 500 yards. It's hole was under a small rock outcropping on a hillside hay field. Finally hiked up the wooded hill to get behind it, sat up there until it finally came out again and bush whacked it from behind. Went down and propped it up at the hole, made it look pretty inviting and went back to work again.
Half hour later, the boys drove past, stopped and glassed the fields up the road.
They spotted it, went down into a field, set up and fired two shots at it. After the second shot sprayed it with dirt, it finally toppled over a few seconds later. There was a pause, then lots of profanity from up where they'd set up.
After that, if they thought there was the slightest chance I'd propped one up near camp, they'd glass "forever" before deciding to go and take a whack at it. Got to the point a 'chuck would actually hafta move a bit, before anyone would take a shot.
I'd often ask if they were gonna look at it until it died from sunstroke - or go shoot the dang thing?