But a man can only take so much and then he has to stretch his legs!
So I got me in the rabbit fields and the third rabbit I saw was mine.
The sting in the story is bees #1, sausagedog #0!
I thought I could walk past some bee hives and get away with it! Oh no, one bee had my name written on his stinger!
A sixty yard dash swinging my hat had me feeling confident of escape and then came the final attack, right on the back of my neck!
Oh well, every day is an adventure for a hunter.
SD.