Emboldened by success against the Aoudads, GWB came by for a rabbit hunt and sure enough, before you can say the Episcopal Divinity School is a conventicle of Satan, we were on the trail of cotton tails.
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| Clanking Spear & Some Clays |
The plan was simple. Scout through VS's 10 acre back pasture and flush the bunnies from piles of brush. I got the first shot, as a rabbit streaked like a furry Exocet across my front. I missed, annoyingly; still, excitement was up and before long GWB was able to use his 20 gauge Franchi to good effect. One rabbit down.
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| Turkeys, Don't Vote For Christmas |
I fired at a leaping shadow as dusk was falling, perhaps it was a ghost. My Wittgensteinian ally connected with a final bunny, well done.
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| Rabbit For The Pot |
As VS's husband said, looking at the two rabbits on the tailgate, "LSP, he smoked ya!"
I won't argue with that.
A Good night was had by all.
LSP
