I'm out yesterday hunting ghogs. The field is cold - not seeing anything. I decide to try another farm so I'm packing up when a lady in a pickup (not the farmer's wife) shows up in the remote field where I'm hunting and ask if I've seen any cows. No, I haven't I inform her then tell her that I just a guest here hunting ghogs and this isn't my farm. She says a few of their cows got loose and she thought they might have wonder over here - they haven't.
She asked if I was looking for other places to hunt ghogs - we're infested with them she says. Are you kidding - I'm a ghog addict
Of course I didn't say this but politely replied, yes, I would be most happy to help with the infestation - in fact many of the farmers in this area call me the "Ground Hog Man."
She laughs then invites me to follow her to her farm.
When we arrive her hubby has found the cows. She introduces me telling him that I'm known as the, "The Ground Hog Man." He smiles.
She takes me on a guided tour of their farm pointing out just about every known hole - there goes the rest of the evening for my hunt on the other farm but I figure in the long run I'll be better off - there are holes everywhere, big holes.
She claims the hogs haven't been hunted for over 10 years. 


By now it's getting last so I make plans to visit next week.
I may have hit the ground hog lottery - well we will just see - haven't hunted a virgin field in may years.
She asked if I was looking for other places to hunt ghogs - we're infested with them she says. Are you kidding - I'm a ghog addict


When we arrive her hubby has found the cows. She introduces me telling him that I'm known as the, "The Ground Hog Man." He smiles.
She takes me on a guided tour of their farm pointing out just about every known hole - there goes the rest of the evening for my hunt on the other farm but I figure in the long run I'll be better off - there are holes everywhere, big holes.






I may have hit the ground hog lottery - well we will just see - haven't hunted a virgin field in may years.