McCannon said:Maybe our groundhogs are a little more domesticated? 
I little story. When I was about 14, my dad took me and my younger brother out hunting groundhogs. Today I would just leave them alone out in their wild field. But I was 14. Toward sunset, Dad gave a whistle to alarm the varmints. One stood up about 100 yards away. I shot at it. Dad said no it just dropped into its burrow I said no I think I got it.
So we all had to trek down there. I got it right between the eyes. It never even knew it was dead. I was proud of the shot, of course, but Dad said, you kill it, you eat it. Oh crap! I wasn't expecting that.
Dad did all the work preparing it, and we all had to eat some of it. Gamey, fatty, pork-like but stronger-tasting.
Hey, he brought US out hunting for them... When he was 92 and failing he lived with me for 2 years. I trapped a groundhog that was living under my shed and attacking my garden. I didn't make him eat it...
And it was probably tenderer then the one *I* had to eat.
