[Rick V]

I live in an area where single digit IQ's run rampant. After a few weeks of stalking the groundhog from hell I finally see him where I can get a clean shot and have nothing but woods beyond it. Golden I think as my eyes open up. I rack a round in the MkII and sneak out the front door. I am in bare feet and making sure not to step on ant leaves, yeah I'm gonna get him now. I ease around the house and into the back yard. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh there he is prepare to meet your rodent maker. Slowly I draw the gun up so as not to alarm my victim and draw a bead. I am waiting for him to present a solid target. Go ahead, take your time, I got aaaaaaaaallllllllll day. Then from behind me I hear the screeching sound of the old bats daughter-in-law, "HEY RICK, WHATCHA GONNA SHOOT?"...................
Yeah he got away. I almost told her I was gonna shoot her next time she did that. I 'splained to her what I was doing and it only took me a month to get that shot. Thanks Donna