I had gone deer hunting Sunday morning. no luck. Wife said it was time to go to church. So I took my rifle to my truck intending to hunt after church. My dog was with me and she went right up to my wife's car. Out comes a groudhog. It ran out from under the car and smacked face first into the garage door. The dog started after it but I called her back. I figured a ground hog running around this time af year probably had somthing wrong with it, rabies or something. So I gave it a kick out away from the house, having my deer rifle in hand. The little bugger charged!! Came right after my beloved pooch. I got over there and kicked him out again. Then a 180 grain Hornady SST from the ole aught six took the fight out of him. Didn't kill him though. The bullet didn't expand too well on such thin skinned 'game'. This would probably start an argument on the big game forum over bullet failure. Left a hole in the ground you could stick a grapefruit in though. I finished him off with my .22. Wife thought I was shooting cats.

I would have been leary myself. Next time have a pitchfork, they work really well!

You're right, it would be considered a failure, then spiraled into a vast sea or recommendations for crack woodchuck loads for everything from the .585 Nyati down to the .221 Fireball, plus a few swearing how good the .17HMR is.

Dan

Pres., TYHC

www.WomenAreLike.That

I had a chuck try and ravage me once.

Oh, you mean marmots! Yeah, had that too.

I came home from work one afternoon and heard something in my basement. I happened to be on the telephone when I heard it. I told my friend what I heard and we assumed a prowler was in the house. I said, well, I have a gun I am going in and hung up.

Down I went, slowly decending each step. I saw nothing and took my time searching the dark corners. I soon decided to walk towards the furnace to see if the intruder was hiding behind it. Suddenly I heard something above and behind me move, I turned around and saw a large rodent thing in the window well. It saw me seeing it and it launched itself out of the window well and came at me.

I had a real tiny basement at that time and felt shooting a firearm might result in multiple deaths due to the configuration of the walls (ricohets) and the smallish target narrowing in on my position. So as I saw the burly beast hit the cement and begin its fierce charge on me I swung a heavily booted foot back and then met the animals' choppers in full charge. The boot connected with a deep thud and the beast flew backwards into the opposite wall and slumped down dead.

I went to get a shovel to carry it up out of the basement. Does that mean I "up chucked"? I have no idea how it even got in the house.

I called my friend back, who was very pissed I hung up. They thought I had been murdered or something and were about to call the police. I then reminded them I am the police.

My God Annie, I love it when you get rough! Got your cuffs with you?

Dan

Pres., TYHC

www.Idle.Ruminations

Good one Anne,,,I've kicked a couple my self,they seem to get fed up and go for broke,, www.redwing.com Clay

Chucks are tough critters , given my choice I like the Colt .45 auto... That big piece of lead stops them , if it is close work or short shooting area , I like to load a 148 gr sofe lead round ball over about 8 gr of 7625 powder . any head , upper chest hit with this lays them out on the spot .
bill g.