Congratulations and thanks to you and your daughter!
Much as I love animals, I gotta add one other thing... Possums have to be God's stupidest creatures. I am sure they've only got three neurons: one for eating, one for mating, and one for hissing. None left for staying off the road. But I love 'em in spite of their limitations.
They remind me of James Clapper. But for him, no love.
My deer hunting friends whom I permit to hunt my land supply me with all the venison I want, so my own firearms have been reserved for backyard plinking, and occasionally putting a fatally injured critter out of its misery. I don't know that I'd try shooting a possum out of a tree; aiming high strikes me as a bit risky -- seems like if I missed, that round might end up somewhere it doesn't belong. The property line is only a half-mile away. :-)
We used to get venison when my father hunted, but we haven’t had any in years. I have some church friends who hunt deer on their own land; maybe I’ll ask if they have any meat on offer.