36 Grains of Diplomacy
PSA: there are some graphic pics in this post.
I’ve got tons of critters in my backyard. After giving themselves a good food coma over at the farm, they mosey on over to my place to settle in for the night.
Most we give passage to. The rabbits and the red-breasted robins. We shoot the blackbirds & crows. We most definitely raise the Black Flag of No Quarter to the groundhogs.
Tonight, I was sitting in my living room watching the clouds roll in & flipping channels when I needed a drink. I walked into my kitchen & glanced out the window as I opened the fridge.
And there it was. The demon groundhog looking straight at me through the window. Taunting me. We’ve been watching this particular groundhog for about a week. I walked back into my living room, picked up the Marlin 925 (using Federal ammo, .22LR hollowpoint) and grabbed a chair as I sat down at my dining room window.
I put the 7 round mag in the rifle & operated the bolt. I opened the window just enough to get the barrel through, hoping that the demon wouldn’t notice me. Looking through the scope, I watched as it chewed some weeds. Exhaled as I squeezed the trigger.
DOWN it went. Hooting & hollaring, I ran into my bedroom, threw on some jeans on (because I wasn’t tromping through weeds in shorts) & went outside to confirm my kill.