Dad’s ailing health allowed the family farm to become groundhog infested. A burgeoning hay crop gave the varmints total concealment. Then came the hay baler, transforming a forest of hay to a near putting green. It all added up to bad news for Mr. Woodchuck. Enter a Ruger Model 77 in .17 HMR, topped with a Zeiss scope; suddenly it was a very bad day for the creatures that feast on and burrow in the clover. Seven shots netted seven whistle pigs the first morning, and not one took a single step.