Hawkeye n PA and I do have a competition each year, and he regularly kicks my butt!
I hunted with the champ one time on his G-hog ranch and soon learned how he racks up the carcasses. I don't want to say his hogs are tame but the term "park squirrels" comes to mind. Hmmmmmmm.
Now my groundhogs are the true Russian strain from the old country. Their senses are sharp, they're meaner than my mother-in-law, and they'd rather eat you than run! Scary, nasty, beasts they are! I'm lucky to get half a dozen per year and live to tell about it.
I fondly remember the one year I beat ole Hawkeye. Seems the poor guy was burdened with lots of overtime while lucky me was laid off from June to mid August. I killed 36 that year with my Hummingbird recurve. I refer to that time as "The Summer Of Love". Ahhhhh, sweet victory.