I once witnessed a ground hog make it back to his hole after getting hit three times with GI .45 ACP loads out of a M1911 Colt. I also went to pick up one I had gut shot with a .220 Swift (he was lying down at 250 yards) and found his innards stretched across the five feet to his hole, but he himself was nowhere to be found. They are truly tough animals.

At the other extreme, I once shot one with my .17 Hornet. He was lying dead next to the hole, without an apparent scratch on him. After examining him thoroughly, my shooting partner called my attention to the fact that one of his front teeth was broken off. Sure enough, the 25 grain bullet had hit the tooth, gone into the mouth and penetrated the skull and brain cavity. I wish I could claim credit for aiming at his open mouth, but I can't.