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Subject:
RE:Survey How many of you hunt?
On Watch
2/16/2006 2:55:23 PM
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>>I shot a squirrel with an air rifle at age 12-13. I Had to shoot him 4 times. I've spent almost 25 years feeling sorry for that squirrel. --Pmax<<
Uh oh Platy! Sounds like somebody didn't take the jacket off your squirrel and eat the meat!? I feel your sorrow my brother: At 9/10 I got my first Bow & Arrow set(without suction cups). Off I went on the hunt! Almost immediately I flushed a rabbit out of his hooch on the back lawn. He hauled ass, I finally got an arrow out of my quiver, got it nocked on my bow string -- and by now the rabbit is almost in the next county and still running hard. I draw back and let arrow fly, it went up like a rocket, and then started it's reentry trajectory-- it was closing in on the bunny NO NO NO, I want that that arrow back....SisssssssstT damn if I didn't nail the lil thumper right through the neck. One Big hop up in the air and he came down dead as a door nail. I felt like I murdered Peter Cottontail! Those brown eyes wide open looking back at me - I started bawling tellin the critter how sorry I was! I picked it up by the arrow and headed for the house. I stored it in the garage until Dad got home. He says "GOOD SHOT SON", I still felt terrible. Well he must have known I wasn't up for learning how to skin it, so the next time I saw that rabbit it was on the dinner table. None of my brothers and sisters or Mother wanted anything to do with it -- neither did I...But ny Dad ate every piece, burped, and said it was the best rabbit he ever ate! I still feel emotional about that rabbit though, but I think that's when I learned not to kill any game unless I'm gonna eat it.
Now as for bird hunting, guess I was about 14 or so, we had a cook that could make anything taste good! Johnny Sorensen, we called him Uncle Johnny, was a retired Danish seacook and had to have been at least 80. He could barely walk -- he sorta shuffled from room to room -- but mostly hung out in the wine cellar or his kitchen where he fed and cared for us kids. I got a 28-gauge shotgun for Christmas one year and was dying to try my new gun out, but Santa had wisely withheld the shells. One day Uncle Johnny got tired of waiting for my dad to get me some ammunition, and decided that we should walk down to the feed store and get some! It was about 3 miles and a small mountain away but off we went -- Uncle Johnny shufflin along in his well worn leather slippers. Well we made it there and back -- but how he made it back up that hill only the lord knows. "Get your gun" he says as soon as we're back in the yard. He ducked into the wine cellar, and was sitting on a stump outside it when I got back with my shotgun. He loaded it up and showed me how to point it, and follow the blackbirds with the bead. Then told ne to start shootin - damn if I didn't start hittin them too! After we had about a dozen birds we went in to his kitchen, plucked, cleaned and cooked them. They were the best tasting birds I've ever eaten. BTW, I read that Cheney used a 28gauge to pepper his buddy Harry - what I do remember about my 28 GA. most though is that I couldn't bust a crow with it if I was using # 9 bird shot. Those were some tough old birds back then.
Let's Roll
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