Along the way, a rabbit hopped across our path...and stopped a few feet away. So Scott shot it, and gutted it (gag). Unfortunately, he had the shotgun, which shot the poor rabbit's whole belly and back leg off. I guess we won't be doing that again. It was quite gruesome.
I'll be cooking rabbit tonight! I'll let you all know how that goes.
On our way back, Scott spotted an opossum in a tree. I have a long disgust for opossums ever since one lived under the treeriver girl's front porch. It hissed at me when I tried to visit at night... very scary for a little girl. So I aimed my gun, and shot it. Well, I really just nicked it, b/c it didn't move at all. Husband, the humane hunter, went to finish it off. And despite his wishes, I convinced him to leave it b/c there was no way we were going to eat it. (Sorry Grandma Sk)
So there it is, my first "hunting" experience. I didn't find it very enjoyable. Next time I'm going to just walk around without guns.
4 comments:
You need to add the part about how your hubby had to remember the possum in prayer because he felt so guilty for "wasting the meat."
I am not sure how to respond to this--there are so many possibilities. First, you killed Thumper and now you are going to eat it? All it did was happen to hop into your path...I am not sure the country air is good for you guys. On the other hand, I have a story involving my parked car and a deer...so I guess the country is not good for me either. :)
Even Grandma Skelton would not have eaten a opposum. She would have said it was too "greasy".
Ummm...I thought I was a country girl but there is no way that I would consider doing this!!!
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