Cooter
Liberty or Death
Last summer, my friends and I went camping alot. At night, my buddy thought he heard a sound in the bushes. He grabbed my Ruger 10/22 and a flashlight to go inspect the bush. He thought it was a mouse or something. He's a pretty jumpy fella, and he really doesn't like the woods at night. Suddenly he drops the flashlight and lets out the girliest scream I've ever heard.
I stand up and draw my .44 mag, thinking a bear or cougar was attacking him or something. He tells me a rabbit was sitting there, and the glow from his eyes scared him. We just about died laughing at him.
"Why didn't you shoot it?" we asked. He said he froze up and the rabbit ran away. I just wished I had been the one to see it. In parts of Oregon, where I live, there are so many rabbits, it's actually a problem. And I, having my hunting license, would have liked the opportunity.
A couple of weeks past, and we were back at the camping spot again. It was night, and I walked down a trail to take a leak. When I saw a rabbits eyes glowing in the light from my flashlight. I pulled my .44 mag and without hesitation, put it down clean with a shot through the shoulder, and into it's chest. I skinned the rabbit and fried up the meat.
Next day we got back to town, and I gave a foot to my friend, and jokingly told him,
"This is a testament to show that no creature in the woods will scare my friends and get away with it. No matter how scary and ferocious it is."
I hung the pelt on my wall, and I think about that every time I look at it.
I stand up and draw my .44 mag, thinking a bear or cougar was attacking him or something. He tells me a rabbit was sitting there, and the glow from his eyes scared him. We just about died laughing at him.
"Why didn't you shoot it?" we asked. He said he froze up and the rabbit ran away. I just wished I had been the one to see it. In parts of Oregon, where I live, there are so many rabbits, it's actually a problem. And I, having my hunting license, would have liked the opportunity.
A couple of weeks past, and we were back at the camping spot again. It was night, and I walked down a trail to take a leak. When I saw a rabbits eyes glowing in the light from my flashlight. I pulled my .44 mag and without hesitation, put it down clean with a shot through the shoulder, and into it's chest. I skinned the rabbit and fried up the meat.
Next day we got back to town, and I gave a foot to my friend, and jokingly told him,
"This is a testament to show that no creature in the woods will scare my friends and get away with it. No matter how scary and ferocious it is."
I hung the pelt on my wall, and I think about that every time I look at it.