Written by Sierra Ballistic Technician Paul Box
We had one method we used that year that we called cold rolling. When we ran out of ideas, we would simply head down a paved road and turn on gravel and see where it would take us. Sometimes it would be a bust and we would drive thru a series of woods mixed with an occasional corn field. No groundhogs.
This particular day we had hunted familiar country that morning. By noon we had taken four chucks. Jack made a good shot on a half grown one with a den by an oak tree in a fence row. I took a full grown adult at about 325 yds. At the edge of the field on a creek bank. We was out of ideas for that afternoon so we decided to do some cold rolling.
Turning off the paved road onto gravel, we traveled a mile or so thru spotted timber country. Then dropping off a short hill, we came into a creek bottom with hay fields scattered for a few miles. We came by one huge field and spotted six groundhog mounds instantly.
“I wonder if this field belongs to the house across the road?” Jack asked.
“Wouldn’t surprise me a bit,” was my reply. “Let’s stop and ask.”
We never had any problems getting permission because everybody hated groundhogs, plus we both looked like we had just stepped out of Mrs. Price’s Sunday school class.
We knocked on the door, but didn’t get an answer. Finally a dog woke up from a nap under a shade tree over by a shed and came wagging his tail and barking at us. In a minute or so, here came a girl from behind the house in a blue bikini.
“Hi!! I’m Jill, can I help you boys?”
This was the last thing we expected and we was both bitten at the same time. Jack normally did most of the talking at these times and I was more than happy to let him do it now. “Hi! I’m Jack and this is Paul. We was out doing some Hroundhod Gunting, Uh groundhog hunting and we wondered if you folks owned these legs, uh fields across the road.”
Jack gave me a glance with an expression like help me out. My return look was “are you kiddin,’ I can’t even talk!!”
Jill gave Jack a puzzled look for a couple of seconds then I noticed a silly little smile go across her face. I realized she knew we had both been bitten and was trying to maintain some degree of dignity.
“Well, dad went to town to get some feed and mom went with him. But I know he hates groundhogs. It’ll be okay. Sure, go ahead,” she said.
“Thank you ma’am!” Jack replied.
We turned and headed to the truck. Not a word was spoken. When we got in and sat down, Jack glanced my way. My only reply was “Man wouldn’t that change your zero?” Jack lost it. I don’t remember how many chucks we took from that field, but we never forgot Jill and the blue bikini.