A rockchuck sunned himself on a boulder, two hundred yards away. With a strong wind blowing from the south, it would have been a difficult shot with a centerfire rifle. The rimfire .22 I usually used was locked away at home. I would have to get within twenty yards to make a good shot with the bow I carried.
As I watched, the ‘chuck fed out into the tall grass and then returned to his den. I had to act quickly before he reemerged. Taking three arrows from the quiver, I left the binoculars on the fence post and crawled along the fence line. There were three mounds between the ‘chuck’s den and where I was. Any one of these rock piles could contain a ‘chuck.