I don't know how it would taste. I remember my father talking about growing up in Armstrong County, PA. He would hunt the groundhogs in the fields of his Uncles' farms. The holes were a danger to the horses that were used to work the fields. He called them "whistle pigs". He and his brother would stake out a likely hole, and when they saw one pop up, one of them would whistle. The woodchuck would pop up a little higher and look for the whistle. When that happened, the "whistle pig" would be shot by one of their .22s.
According to Dad, his grandmother used to parboil the groundhog before roasting it.
Don't know if this has affected the weather some 70 years later. Who knows??
Take care, have fun, and do good!
Regards,
Meowey