I use to woodchuck hunt with my dad over 30 years ago, and I still remember doing it. He would get permission to hunt them in this farmers field/woods, and out we would go. We would do this year after year, and I think we only got 1. This was during the summer on vacation, in central Vermont.

But I still remember walking the fields/woods with him and a 22 in hand. Also, one year when we got to our farm house, there were porcupines living in the basement. We have a black and white picture with him and the 22, and 2 dead porcupines on the from porch.

My dad died 4 years ago, his heart stopped one morning. So guys who hunt with their dads today, cherish the times together, since nothing lasts forever.

Tom