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Vermin, pure and simple. If I catch the little bastard I'm going to blow his guts up.

jim wrote:Vermin, pure and simple. If I catch the little bastard I'm going to blow his guts up.

looks like some one got into jim's garden...

They taste good, too.

I'll never forget what happened at a family gathering a few years ago. It was a day or two after Thanksgiving and my brother was going to make hasenfeffer (sp?)- rabbit stew. The family was sitting in the living room. This includes my teenage niece, my pre-teen niece, both of my sisters-in-law, and my 7 year old nephew.

My brother came marching through the living room with the skinned rabbit carcass singing "Here comes Peter Cottontail". The reaction of the kids, especially, was awesome.

JL21 wrote:They taste good, too.

I'll never forget what happened at a family gathering a few years ago. It was a day or two after Thanksgiving and my brother was going to make hasenfeffer (sp?)- rabbit stew. The family was sitting in the living room. This includes my teenage niece, my pre-teen niece, both of my sisters-in-law, and my 7 year old nephew.

My brother came marching through the living room with the skinned rabbit carcass singing "Here comes Peter Cottontail". The reaction of the kids, especially, was awesome.

Reminds me of an embarrassing story from my youth. Here goes:

My neighbor who lived accross the street, where I grew up, raised rabbits to sell and to slaughter. Anyway, when I was about 15, me and a friend were over talking to him as he was in the process of slaughtering a few fluffy buttons. Testing my manhood, my neighbor asks me if I want to take care of one of these rabbits. Being 15 and an avid outdoorsman, I take him up on his dare and I go out back and grab a nice white and grey bunny. He then hands me a hammer and tells me to whap it on the head. I oblidge but I apparantly did not hit it hard enough. It let out this god awful shreek (I, at the time, thought bunnies were the quitest of creatures). I step back in horror, drop the hammer, and the neighbor lady comes out of the house, thinking one of her cats got hit by a car. He then finished the job.

When I see that neighbor today (this is now 20+ years later) he still calls me "killer".

JL21 wrote:They taste good, too.

I'll never forget what happened at a family gathering a few years ago. It was a day or two after Thanksgiving and my brother was going to make hasenfeffer (sp?)- rabbit stew. The family was sitting in the living room. This includes my teenage niece, my pre-teen niece, both of my sisters-in-law, and my 7 year old nephew.

My brother came marching through the living room with the skinned rabbit carcass singing "Here comes Peter Cottontail". The reaction of the kids, especially, was awesome.

My grandma used to make great hasenfeffer - boy do I miss that (and miss her as well...)

Radbird wrote:My grandma used to make great hasenfeffer - boy do I miss that (and miss her as well...)

Whenever I see or hear "hasenfeffer", I can't help but think of Elmer Fudd and Bugs Bunny.

= Jim

Hassenfeffer is definitely the best & highest use for a rabbit.

These animals are NOT cute. They are good in stews, but that's about it.