I rabbit hunted with a guy in our sportsmans club who was somewhat of a low class, braggard type. Always hogging the cover to get the most shots and bragging about what a great shot he was.
I shot a rabbit, dressed it and put it in my game bag. This guy shot at a rabbit and swore he hit it since he never missed. We searched for a while and it was obvious he missed so I took my gutted rabbit and hid it under a log and called him over. I said I saw some hair so he got down on all fours and pulled the rabbit out proclaiming himself the best shot in the world and he knew he had hit this rabbit.
Then he looked at the rabbit kind of funny and I said "Lou, you are such a good shot you gutted him." He threw the rabbit at me and everyone had a big laugh.
Reddog, it is possible that the slob, game hog, you mentioned was the squirrely uncle I mentioned above. He was an oops baby and spoiled beyond redemption. When Grandpa passed a hand written will was produced, the oldest bro got 400 acres, Squirrely son got 400 acres and the good uncle mentioned above got 40 after he negotiated in the drive way with ole squirrely. The oldest son, worked his tail off, took care of Grandma and Grandpa, He put in Grandpa corn, picked it, cut his wood, baled his hay and helped with the livestock while working the 400 he had been given and his day job as a carpenter. I never saw SQ throw a stick of wood in the stove. He hunted, fished, trapped and was less than an outstanding human. For those who have not guessed it the family did not have much to do with him, but he had beagles and hunted with his good bro and my bro and me when we would go.
You said it about your example, he did not miss, ditto my uncle.
Run over to get between you and the dogs, ditto.
Claim every rabbit, ditto.
I'm just sorry folks like these couldn't have been a prison wife or something to keep them home.
I'll start another thread on rabbit hunts, game hogs and tell how much fun it isn't..