My father can tell you....in the early 60's he would drive his Chrysler into the 'farm country' outside of Buffalo and shoot woodchucks with his .222 Remington. The farmers would welcome anyone who would shoot them.
He'd load the trunk of the Chrysler with them when he was done and drive into the...more racially segregated ..... area of Buffalo. He remembers it well even now at the ripe age of 88... the folks there came to recognize his red car coming down the street. By the time he came to a stop they'd be lined up. He'd pop the trunk and the woodchucks would be parceled out in no time.
