hadIn a land where the only noise besides the sound of neighboring birds is the occasional tractor things are about to take quite a different turn. Apparently loud and large explosions have an adverse effect on wildlife that has lived an otherwise undisturbed life. For some reason every ground hog within a thousand yards finds something to climb and proceeds to hang on for dear life ignoring all danger. I personally saw five of the critters, and it was kind of weird. You could walk up and shake the tree they were in and they would not even know you were there. If you were a young lad with no respect for groundhogs, high powered rifles, and a large supply of explosives what would you do?
As a large boom made me blink the groundhog disappeared into vapor. I realized just how dangerous this stuff could be. The thing was gone. GONE. not a trace. As I stood there looking at a crater in the ground. My focus shifted to a leaf. I suddenly realized the thing had not disappeared- it was every where. Thousands of Tine red globs covered every thing for twenty feet. If you stood back you could almost see a red tint in every thing around the blast area. DAMN!!! seemed to be the word for the day. One for the log books.