
Anyway, I have no idea how this miniature version of Punxsutawney Phil managed to survive 13 dogs chewing on it but he did. I chased the dogs off and that groundhog plum near took my hand off. He was mean, real mean.
I managed to get him in a trash can/feed barrel. I was worried about him having rabies but after about 10 minutes without the dogs on him, he calmed down and showed no signs of sickness.
I carried him out in the field (in the trash can


There was a time in my life where I would have sent a 250 grain Keith bullet towards him. I leave 'em alone now. Must be a middle age thing.

He's mad--lookee at those tooth's

