Some hobbies come and go. I played baseball and softball for a bit and then a bit of age and adult responsibility ended that. I spent a few years shooting a handgun in an organized league. More recently, I shot sporting clays with serious competitors like Bill King and Gerry Mullins. All of these passed as I got older and moved on to a new hobby. But there is one pastime that was a passion when I was young, and many years later it still gets my attention along with my time.
I must admit that, in my doddering years, I’m not as good at it as I used to be but I still enjoy sitting in a field alone, or with a friend, watching for and shooting at groundhogs. I tend to think the reason I have the passion to shoot at these unloved beasts that dig holes in the wrong places and eat gardens is it’s a rifle sport.
I am not a shotgun person, although I love to carry a side-by-side 20 gauge through a grouse thicket. To me, a rifle can be a joy just to hold and own. A shotgun, for me, is a tool, a necessity or something to be used. There is however, an attraction to an accurate rifle that can be a joy to shoot at nothing more than paper trying to get a tight group at 100 yards or farther. I am always seeking that perfect group.