I am not laughing at you. But I am laughing with you. I once took my uncle groundhog hunting. He said he did not want to shoot, but after he watched me bust a couple he just had to shoot. I had the rifle lined up on another hog-so instead of handing him the rifle, I just rolled out from under it. That was when I rolled over a fresh cow pie. Thank God I had a truck. I rode home in the back. Tom.