Tailing a small groundhog on a Spring day.
Chris J. and I met up near Buckeystown and worked a little of an 1,800 tract up there. This is great land loaded with dens. Chris had a new shovel, which seemed to work well, and I had two old dogs which did OK as far as it went.
Sailor retired a little early in the day with a split lip and a hematoma due to a missed puncture wound on her neck from the week before. We cleared out the hematoma and glued back the lip, and crated her for the remainder of the day.
Mountain worked a second groundhog which we bolted after a nice dig, and she lost a very small third one underground. We would have dug a fourth groundhog, but we had to leave it to tend to Sailor. There's always next weekend!
Mountain enters a pipe at the base of a rotting tree.
A groundhog ready for release.
Hog released back into pipe -- "see you again when you grow up!"
Mountain and an old Conibear trap, other wise ready to spring except it was locked up with rust.
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