I thought it might be fun to talk about when and how we got our start with Rabbit Hunting.
I was raised around run to catch dogs and field to table hunters. I was allowed to go on the Rabbit hunts when I was 7, primarily to pack a rabbit or two, kick some bushes as well as throwing rocks in some. BUT, the highlight of the trips was that I was allowed to shoot any "Snoozers" that were found. I know there are some beaglers on here that are just getting started so I will explain what a snoozer is, a snoozer is a Rabbit that has been found sitting in his bed and has not been jumped yet. My Dad, Brother, and Uncles were strictly meat hunters. Finding snoozers were the ultimate table fair due to taking only their nose off and not shooting the meat up.
After probably 5 minutes of trying to show me where the snoozer was sitting, my Dad would always say, "aim 1 inch in front of their nose".
Lol, well I guess at 7 years old I did not understand what 1 inch looked like because half the time I would completely miss and the other half I would blow it in half. Either way, my Dad and Brother would not be happy campers. Lol I would always feel bad until the dogs circled it and someone killed it.
At age 10, I got my first gun for Christmas, it was a Remington 410, 1100. I have now owned that gun for 36 years, I took it on a hunt this year a was able to knock a couple down.
Please feel free to hijack this thread and share your story.
I was raised around run to catch dogs and field to table hunters. I was allowed to go on the Rabbit hunts when I was 7, primarily to pack a rabbit or two, kick some bushes as well as throwing rocks in some. BUT, the highlight of the trips was that I was allowed to shoot any "Snoozers" that were found. I know there are some beaglers on here that are just getting started so I will explain what a snoozer is, a snoozer is a Rabbit that has been found sitting in his bed and has not been jumped yet. My Dad, Brother, and Uncles were strictly meat hunters. Finding snoozers were the ultimate table fair due to taking only their nose off and not shooting the meat up.
After probably 5 minutes of trying to show me where the snoozer was sitting, my Dad would always say, "aim 1 inch in front of their nose".
Lol, well I guess at 7 years old I did not understand what 1 inch looked like because half the time I would completely miss and the other half I would blow it in half. Either way, my Dad and Brother would not be happy campers. Lol I would always feel bad until the dogs circled it and someone killed it.
At age 10, I got my first gun for Christmas, it was a Remington 410, 1100. I have now owned that gun for 36 years, I took it on a hunt this year a was able to knock a couple down.
Please feel free to hijack this thread and share your story.