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By CRAIG TUFTS
Rappahannock New* Contributing Writer
As fanners and home gardeners alike reap the summer’s bounty of fresh vegetables, many are also locked into a perennial battle with local groundhogs intent on harvesting the garden’s productivity for themselves.
Whether it breaks an axle on the tractor, or eats all the gorgeous zucchini you thought was destined for the dinner table, the groundhog is an infuriating, and uninvited, visitor to fields and gardens.
And, when fall rolls around, farmers and gardeners will doubtless breathe a sigh of relief, for the cold weather brings with it the end of another year’s war with the furry varmint.
I’ve sometimes believed that the groundhog is a family curse.
I came to Virginia from New Jersey. Mom still lives in New Jersey. She has groundhogs. Brother Bob, who lives down the street from Mom — he’s got groundhogs too.
Actually, Mom has given up vegetable gardening and no longer battles her groundhogs. But Bob periodically experiences fits of rage, brought on by these gargantuan tunnelers, and he makes inroads on
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