Jill and the Blue Bikini

Written by Sierra Ballistic Technician Paul Box

iStock_000023569863XSmallThe year of 1968 that my groundhog hunting buddy Jack and myself covered so much ground, we ran into a lot of things we didn’t except, but nothing quite like one hot summer day in July.

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.

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4 Responses to Jill and the Blue Bikini

  1. David (Rupe) Ruppel says:

    That’s fun, I bet your shooting was off just a bit thing more about that Blue bikini then some ol’ ugly hound gog!


  2. Joe sita says:

    Hell I probably would have missed every groung hog after seeing Jill in her blue bikini.


  3. lwk2431 says:

    Totally hilarious. 🙂



  4. Halfdime says:

    Too funny, I can just see my buddy Jim and I and maybe Lee asking permission to shoot on someone’s land and running in to that situation. No, it never happened and we seldom even saw a groundhog much less shot at one–we shot frogs and rats and such, but no “pigs” back in those days.
    I sympathize with Jack as I know exactly how that must have felt.
    Thanks for the laugh and the memories.


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