A rabbits tale

[firepower 68]

I decided this morning to pop out on some newly acquired land. I have been shooting there often as a guest of my best mate but the farmer, God bless him has given me written permission which has been duly noted by the old firearms chappies at Stafford. So trusty .22 in hand off I set. Only having about a half an hour before I needed to be at my studio I gave the area a quick scan with the binoculars from a handy vantage point. Sure enough on the middle field the bunnies were frolicking in blissful ignorance. Making my way as close as I dare in the truck I disembarked and set off on foot for the last 300 yards or so. Keeping below the hedgeline I crept silently to the end of the hedge and sat in silence. I buzzard had passed overhead as I was creeping down to my spot so no big supprise when I leaned around the corner and the rabbits were absent. Settling down I took the opportunity to shift my position a little further out from the corner so I had a clear view of the bank that is their stomping ground.

The sun beat down on the dry soil around me and as I waited in the glorious countryside. Accross the arid dirt a slight breeze died and all was still except for the sound of insects and birds even the road noise seemed to become far distant.There I sat, alone with nature and couldn't help but to smile at the sheer beauty of it all.

A slight movement to my left alerted me to a presence in the undergrowth. Bunny had decided that the buzzard had left the area and hopped into view at a tad over fifty yards. As the little .22 powered away the dull smack of success reached my ears. Leaping up and down from view in and out of the swaying grass he danced his last tango.

Time had come to leave for work so I went down to collect my little furry pal.

I thank God every day for my sport.

[jamie g 17]

I decided this morning to pop out on some newly acquired land. I have been shooting there often as a guest of my best mate but the farmer, God bless him has given me written permission which has been duly noted by the old firearms chappies at Stafford. So trusty .22 in hand off I set. Only having about a half an hour before I needed to be at my studio I gave the area a quick scan with the binoculars from a handy vantage point. Sure enough on the middle field the bunnies were frolicking in blissful ignorance. Making my way as close as I dare in the truck I disembarked and set off on foot for the last 300 yards or so. Keeping below the hedgeline I crept silently to the end of the hedge and sat in silence. I buzzard had passed overhead as I was creeping down to my spot so no big supprise when I leaned around the corner and the rabbits were absent. Settling down I took the opportunity to shift my position a little further out from the corner so I had a clear view of the bank that is their stomping ground.

The sun beat down on the dry soil around me and as I waited in the glorious countryside. Accross the arid dirt a slight breeze died and all was still except for the sound of insects and birds even the road noise seemed to become far distant.There I sat, alone with nature and couldn't help but to smile at the sheer beauty of it all.

A slight movement to my left alerted me to a presence in the undergrowth. Bunny had decided that the buzzard had left the area and hopped into view at a tad over fifty yards. As the little .22 powered away the dull smack of success reached my ears. Leaping up and down from view in and out of the swaying grass he danced his last tango.

Time had come to leave for work so I went down to collect my little furry pal.

I thank God every day for my sport.

 

 

nice story mate it is nice to get out 1st thing and see as the sun comes up. and the rabbits start moving around there is no better feeling then that. im off out in a minute i said i will take the girlfriend as she wants a go of the 22lr and hmr at some targets.

[jamie g 17]

I decided this morning to pop out on some newly acquired land. I have been shooting there often as a guest of my best mate but the farmer, God bless him has given me written permission which has been duly noted by the old firearms chappies at Stafford. So trusty .22 in hand off I set. Only having about a half an hour before I needed to be at my studio I gave the area a quick scan with the binoculars from a handy vantage point. Sure enough on the middle field the bunnies were frolicking in blissful ignorance. Making my way as close as I dare in the truck I disembarked and set off on foot for the last 300 yards or so. Keeping below the hedgeline I crept silently to the end of the hedge and sat in silence. I buzzard had passed overhead as I was creeping down to my spot so no big supprise when I leaned around the corner and the rabbits were absent. Settling down I took the opportunity to shift my position a little further out from the corner so I had a clear view of the bank that is their stomping ground.

The sun beat down on the dry soil around me and as I waited in the glorious countryside. Accross the arid dirt a slight breeze died and all was still except for the sound of insects and birds even the road noise seemed to become far distant.There I sat, alone with nature and couldn't help but to smile at the sheer beauty of it all.

A slight movement to my left alerted me to a presence in the undergrowth. Bunny had decided that the buzzard had left the area and hopped into view at a tad over fifty yards. As the little .22 powered away the dull smack of success reached my ears. Leaping up and down from view in and out of the swaying grass he danced his last tango.

Time had come to leave for work so I went down to collect my little furry pal.

I thank God every day for my sport.

 

 

nice story mate it is nice to get out 1st thing and see as the sun comes up. and the rabbits start moving around there is no better feeling then that. im off out in a minute i said i will take the girlfriend as she wants a go of the 22lr and hmr at some targets. BUT SHE SAID WE ARE NOT SHOOTING ANY RABBITS I SAID OK

 

but i have put the lamp in the 4x4 for when the light go's then she can lamp and i can some how drive round looking for that target board with the hmr out the window of the 4x4

Edited May 8, 2008 by jamie g

[firepower 68]

nice story mate it is nice to get out 1st thing and see as the sun comes up. and the rabbits start moving around there is no better feeling then that. im off out in a minute i said i will take the girlfriend as she wants a go of the 22lr and hmr at some targets. BUT SHE SAID WE ARE NOT SHOOTING ANY RABBITS I SAID OK

 

but i have put the lamp in the 4x4 for when the light go's then she can lamp and i can some how drive round looking for that target board with the hmr out the window of the 4x4

 

Just tell her it ran in front of the board Wifey wants to go but she isn't sure she can handle the death part of it all

[Muntjac Man 0]

FP, I know that feeling - it's truly fabtastic when you're out there very early morning and feel there's no one else in the world except you and the wildlife / quarry!

 

Must admit, as next Friday is my Birthday, I'm planning to have the day off work, and be up at the crack of sparrow-fart to be out there with the .243 looking for yearling Roe as the dawn breaks.

 

On the subject of wives I think I must be truly blessed.

 

My wife is 100% happy with me shooting food, and almost always helps out with skinning / paunching rabbits, or gralloching, skinning and butchering deer, and even on occasions, helping me to carry deer back to the car.

 

The only thing I get moaned at about is if I overfill our 2 freezers...

 

But then again, she having been in the TA many years ago, when I let her try my beloved Ceaser rimmy, her comment was 'It's a pop-gun - give me a real rifle!' When she tried the .243 I think that just about qualified as a 'real rifle'!

 

Guess I'm just one of the lucky ones, so commiserations to all whose wives aren't as open minded as mine.

 

MM