Went to pick up a buddy one morning to go do some groundhog hunting .
I’m a prompt person , if we set a time , I will be there .
I get there and not a mouse stirring . Knocked on door a couple times , tossed gravels at his upstairs room window . So I walk over to my truck debating if I’m going to leave .
Holy [bleep]! About a 200 yds across a field is a groundhog at the bottom of a railroad track berm .
At this time in life a 7x57 Spanish Mauser with open sights was all I had .
So I lay across my truck hood and squeeze on him , smiling , this will wake the fugger up .
Dam it ! Shot over him , could see the hit in the berm .
He’s running parallel with the track , pop off another one .
All at once I here a window slam open , “what the hell you doing?”
Turn with a mischevious grin , shooting at a groundhog .
He is having a no humor look on his face and says , “my fugging landlord is down there on the other side of the tracks running to his van !”
I couldn’t stop grinning and said an insencere, “sorry”
He came bounding out the door and jumped in hollering let’s go !
Away we went , him raising hell , me cracking up .
We got a half dozen groundhogs and downed a few beers .
Brought him home and a couple weeks went by and I stopped in and asked how it went .
He giggled and said landlord came for rent , tooted horn and never got out of the van , took the money and not a word 😂
Kenneth
