When I was 10yrs old Grampa and Dad took me and Brother rabbit hunting with Gramps dog Queenie. I could write a book what wonderful memories.
A short story
The 4th time Queenie brings a bunny around my brother and I missed again. Grampa brings out a flask and says *** **** it I need a drink. He always said what he thought.
I toast them both![]()
Got an invite to do some rabbit hunting with a friend. Never done so, with dogs. What can I expect?....
Want to do it with one of my Flintlock rifles or fowlers...Is this realistic, on my part?..
Steve
Got an invite to do some rabbit hunting with a friend. Never done so, with dogs. What can I expect?....
When I was a kid, hunting with my dad in North Georgia, a little beagle that wanted to hunt joined up with us. He didn't belong to any of our party but he was game.
My dad's best friend was Morris, a great guy but not much of a shot. Pretty soon we jumped a bunny and the beagle went to work, heading the rabbit right down for a crossing shot for Morris.. Morris fired but missed and the little beagle put it into over-drive, headed off that bunny and brought him by again. When Morris missed this time, the beagle just skidded to a stop, looked at Morris and trotted off. Never saw him again.. guess he went looking for some real hunters!