trill wrote:poor little guy . . .
Back when my Father in-law was still living, he kept a rather large vegetable garden every year. One year, he had a woodchuck that was continually raiding his garden and it was "game on", all out war. Now, my Father in-law was a long time hunter, had a nice collection of firearms, but was not particularly good at sneaking into position to snipe the veggie stealing whistle pig.
During this same period of time, my Father in-law kept a large cruising vessel moored in Mystic and often spent weekends on his boat. Just prior to leaving for a weekend on his boat, he dumped several wheelbarrow loads of gravel into the woodchuck's burrow in an attempt to get the little bugger to move on. I found this action to be hilarious and a strange parallel to one Bill Murray in Caddy Shack. Knowing my Father in-law as a complete creature of habit, I knew that the minute he got home, he would run out to check and see if the furry tunnel rat had cleared out the gravel from his burrow. My Father in-law did exactly as predicted only to find a white flag of surrender that I had placed on top of a pole sticking up out of the burrow. The ole boy told me the minute he saw it he folded over in complete laughter and knew immediately that I was responsible.
We use to prank each other regularly and had a grand time doing so.
He has been gone seven years now last month. God I miss him!
Cayden