I haven't shot one in years, seems the only time I see them anymore, I'm driving and see one running for his hole.
40+ years ago, when my home town wasn't so grown up, I used to shoot them in my Grandma's garden. She's call on the phone, I'd grab Dad's Win 1890 pump 22 from the closet, cross the road to her house, Veeeerrrryyy carefully raise the bathroom window, then blaze away. Funny, when she called, she would whisper on the phone, didn't want the groundhog to hear her call in the artillery.....