My wife, youngest daughter and I were up at our cabin in the U.P. of MI this weekend, and last night at around 3am I heard a scraping noise under the cabin. I woke Sue (my wife) up to help me determine what it was. We got up, threw on our sweats and mud boots, Sue grabbed the flashlight while I loaded the .22. Once Sue located the porcupine under the cabin, I laid on my belly to get a shot at him. Obviously it was pitch dark, so I was having difficulty seeing the sights on the rifle. Consequently, my first shot blew a hole through the drain coming from our kitchen sink [:0](looks like I have some plumbing to do!). On the next shot -- with Sue shining the flashlight over my shoulder so that I could see both the critter AND the rifle sights -- I GOT HIM! Sue insisted that I pose this morning for a photo.