Rabbits

[Radio_Bugtussle]

Some dogs I know consider rabbits to be a hobby. Or the focus of all evil on earth.

[jim]

Some dogs I know consider rabbits to be a hobby. Or the focus of all evil on earth.

That's my dog. She dug up a nest of babies once and she was so proud of herself. Helpless baby rabbits. Jackpot! To my knowledge she has never caught an adult, and now that he is getting up there in age she just looks at them. It's kind of sad, she is giving up on her main purpose in life.

[ghostrunner]

[EastonBlues22]

Hunting rabbits is a lot of fun, and they taste pretty decent when prepared well.

Cleaning a gutshot rabbit, however, sucks serious ass...second-worst smell I've ever smelled in my life.

[jim]

Hunting rabbits is a lot of fun, and they taste pretty decent when prepared well.

Cleaning a gutshot rabbit, however, sucks serious ass...second-worst smell I've ever smelled in my life.

And the worst?

I have a friend who hunted some wild pig in the deserts of New Mexico who claims that was the single worst smell he has ever enountered.

[jim]

My bad. Turns out cutworms are my problem, not rabbits. I'm going to replant, this time with popcycle sticks around the plants. Apparently when the wrap themselves around the plant if they feel something on the hairs on their back (the stick) they will run away.

[G. Keenan]

My bad. Turns out cutworms are my problem, not rabbits. I'm going to replant, this time with popcycle sticks around the plants. Apparently when the wrap themselves around the plant if they feel something on the hairs on their back (the stick) they will run away.

DDT

[lukethedrifter]

Go git yerself a Cutworm Hound. Hard to find a breeder but well worth the trouble.

[EastonBlues22]

Hunting rabbits is a lot of fun, and they taste pretty decent when prepared well.

Cleaning a gutshot rabbit, however, sucks serious ass...second-worst smell I've ever smelled in my life.

And the worst?

I have a friend who hunted some wild pig in the deserts of New Mexico who claims that was the single worst smell he has ever enountered.

Every year during the first or second weekend in November it's tradition for the males on my mother's side of the family to get together for a hunting weekend at the family farm. The farm has been in the family for almost 150 years, and the farmhouse that we stay at was built in the early 1900s. Needless to say, it's pretty spartan living with no central heating or air. About 20 years ago the weather for the weekend was absolutely terrible...the worst I can remember. We're talking negative temperatures before the wind chill and snow drifts reaching three to four feet. Instead of hunting that year, we made an army of ice soldiers and then blew them all to hell with our shotguns. Anyway, Uncle Bill thought a great big batch of his famous chili was just the thing we needed to warm us up a bit. It tasted great going down, be we paid a premium price for that goodness later that night. Bill, Bob, Bud, Dick...everyone who ate the chili was just farting up a storm all night long, and it was unbelievably rank. I usually describe the stink as legendary. By 2:00am, every window in the house was wide open and it must have been 40 below that night. Needless to say, between the stench and the cold nobody slept a wink that night. It was a pretty traumatic experience, but most of us were laughing about it the next morning. Grandpa didn't though...he was pissed. He threw the leftover chili out into the snow and banned beans from the house forever. It hasn't been eaten in the farmhouse since that night. Come to think of it, I haven't eaten chili since that night.

I've smelled a lot of bad smells...gutshot animals, skunks, dead animals that have been sitting out for weeks in the sun, hog styes, ripe landfills...you name it. Nothing comes close to what that farmhouse smelled like that night.