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| Had one this fall that stood out in the field and laughed at me. Next move was dad's old conibear trap. The next morning I was laughing. When disposing of the varmit I just threw him in his hole. When he lodged at the top I took my shovel and squared him up a bit and down he went. I turned my shovel upside down and tryed to see how deep he had gone and I couldn't touch it or the bottom of his hole. They must get pretty deep. | |
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Oh how much wood could a woodchuck chuck ?
