Shot my 95th groundhog of the season on Wednesday evening but it was weird. I set up about 150 yards away from a group of holes in a large dip in a hayfield. Around 6:00 at saw one barely peek his head out showing only his eye and ears. Figured it was just a matter of time before he emerged. For the next hour I watched him bob up and down, back into the hole then peek out about every 10 minutes or so never giving me more that a view of his eye ball and ears. Never had one hestiate that long especially in the evening. It was a very poor profile so I passed on the shot; didn't want to wound him.
Frustrated, I moved to another section, shot another hog. Out of curiosty, I carefully walked back my previous stand through a row of corn to conceal my movement. It was now about 8 oclock and sure enough he was out; crawling, feeding working his way back towards his hole. I stopped, slowly unfolded my sportman's chair, sat down then supported my Rem 700 223 varmint rifle on my shooting sticks and my elbows on my knees, aligned the cross hairs just behind the shoulder and sent it. Bingo, the 50 grain Nosler hit and he rolled over; a monster hog, one of the largest I've ever shot. It was only a 157 yards shot but I rejoiced in the stalk.
Frustrated, I moved to another section, shot another hog. Out of curiosty, I carefully walked back my previous stand through a row of corn to conceal my movement. It was now about 8 oclock and sure enough he was out; crawling, feeding working his way back towards his hole. I stopped, slowly unfolded my sportman's chair, sat down then supported my Rem 700 223 varmint rifle on my shooting sticks and my elbows on my knees, aligned the cross hairs just behind the shoulder and sent it. Bingo, the 50 grain Nosler hit and he rolled over; a monster hog, one of the largest I've ever shot. It was only a 157 yards shot but I rejoiced in the stalk.