Rascally Rabbits

It all started a year ago when my husband (then just my friend) took me out to hunt rabbits. We cruised around in his Honda Civic on the back country roads with a spotlight, a shotgun and a rifle. I was determined to kill myself a "wascally wabbit", skin it, tan the hide and eat the meat.

Unfortunately I only got a rattlesnake and a kangaroo rat and ever since I have had RABBIT FEVER! I have wanted to kill a rabbit for ages, luckily for me they are ALL OVER the place where we live now, and rabbits are a bit of a nuisance here now. So one night we went on the warpath to get a rabbit! We were driving along this road and a rabbit was spotted, a first shot was fired, but it missed. Then it was my turn with the rabbit farther off then it had been. I placed the gun on the edge of the window, took careful aim and while zeroing in on my target I heard the comments of the people around me. "Don't feel bad if you don't get it, the sight is off we need to fix it." "Yeah good luck but you probably won't hit it." I ignored them as I saw the rabbit come into my sight and I quickly pulled the trigger before it could change it's mind and BAM! Hit that rabbit bottom!Haha!! I showed that wascally wabbit who was boss! This picture is Kevin holding my first rabbit. :)

Now for those of you who think I'm heartless in shooting rabbits, I'll have you know that I do have a soft spots for the little "vermin" (as my husband calls them). And though he calls them vermin he has a soft spot for them too, we found a little baby rabbit in the front yard today, it was the cutest thing ever and I wanted to keep it! Instead we held it and took pictures and put it back to survive in the wild.

Oh how I will miss my little baby rabbit! :) But I still have "RABBIT FEVER" so watch out all you wascally wabbits! I'm hungering for some rabbit flesh!