et1
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Location: Ontario Canada
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Post by et1 on Jun 28, 2014 20:09:54 GMT -5
Over the years I have enjoyed hunting with dogs. You can be a good with a shotgun but if you don’t see or flush game the only thing you’re doing is saving on the cost of shells. My fun with dog hunting started out with accompanying friends who had beagles for rabbit hunting. Man what a blast that was and if the bunnies were out the action was continuous. Just the sound of beagles howling on a scent got your adrenaline flowing in preparation for shooting any ground pounders or fly-bys. Yes fly-by shooting can happen.
One time I had a cottontail pushed by me doing something I’ve never seen before. He stopped running and began making sizeable leaps from one side to the other. He was probably trying to confuse his pursuers who were going by scent. Anyway on his 4th or 5th leap I tagged him in mid air. Yeah my hunting partners thought I was full of it too when I told them what happened until I showed them the rabbit’s foot print patterns in the snow to back my story. Afterwards we all had a good laugh over the incident about the bunny that tried short flight to escape.
Ed
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7th
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Post by 7th on Jul 4, 2014 18:21:38 GMT -5
This takes me back to a hunting trip in the very early 70’s: my grandparents had just got a farm in Ohio (I still own it today) and Pop (Bandit) had a young lad feeling his oats and holding a barrowed single shot .410 and a great young rabbit dog Crissy (full name was Merry Christmas as she was a gift for Christmas 1969). With Crissies nose full of rabbit sent, her bark sent a thrill up this young boy’s spine, Pop told me to hold off till the rabbit was sitting and well, a load of 7 ½s sent its way was not good enough, as I tried to reload, the rabbit ran right at me and Pop, with a thump of an old set of Pop’s cowboy boots, the rabbit went sailing through the air about 10’ over the bank, my uncle thought we tossed a stick into the brush and as I cleaned the rabbit that night, I found only one pellet had hit it, in the left eye, making it blind to Pop and my presents. Gives a new meaning to the words: drop kick me Jesus through the field goal of life!
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