by artjaggard » Sat Jul 09, 2005 10:32 pm
Hey padeer,
When I was a little skinner I lived in the woods. Really. The crazy little wild boy. I'd crawl out a window if I couldn't make it to the door. They finally just bought me a flashlight and told me to be back for breakfast. I was in the third grade when I shot my first groundhog with a bow.
It was a fiberglass stick pulling 30# with cedar arrows and field tips. I used to shoot carp and once got a 28" Northern pike. had to put three arrows in that one before I pinned it to the bank. I really was a little skinner. The fish was almost as big as me. But that's another story.
I was out in the woods and it was getting dusky. I had already harvested a pretty good size snapper by reaching up under an underwater brush pile and was trying to figure out how to drag it home when a groundhog ( we used to call them whistling pigs), stood up to see what the commotion was about.
I drew and hit it right in the belly. The arrow bounced right off and the groundhog grunted and ran off. Turtle soup is pretty good. Seven kinds of meat in a good sized turtle.
At any rate, in our family if you killed it you ate it. Groundhog is good eating. Shoot the brown ones, not the grey ones. Skin it immediately! In the armpits are small glands, about the size of a pea. They look like chunks of fat. Clean them out right away. Gut the whistling pig and slow roast or pressure cook. Debbie serves it with noodles and makes a gravy that is as good as it gets. One groundhog serves a family of four with a little leftover for the pooch.
By the way, they're called whistling pigs because if you get close to them but stay out of sight, try whistling at them. They'll stand up to see what is going on. Curiosity killed the groundhog.
Art
ps. Sometime I have a groundhog story that made news over 1/4 of Ohio. Stick around, it'll show up.