After three years of watching the rabbits run around once a year in a field armed with a powerless air gun I was more than looking forward to be hunting with a .22. On Friday the 24th of January at 7:30 pm, I finally bagged one. Dad took me to a spot were he had seen plenty of rabbits the night before. Dad stayed way behind me while I took my position, and the waiting game started.
Finally after 20 minutes one came out of the woods. I had positioned myself under a fence and leaned my gun on a horizontal piece of wood. I was 60 yards away. I'll spare you the gory details, but shortly afterwards, I was holding a dead rabbit. And what a perfect breakfast it made.
By ERIC
Sunday, January 25, 2009
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