High Cotton: To be wealthy.
The last hunt of rabbit season is always bitter sweet. It seems like the month of February speeds away with me hoping that it never ends and when the last day arrives, I'm so glad it's finally over. We just try to cram to much into the short window that the Alabama Conservation Board and the tree sitters allow us. And soon it will probably be even shorter. But that will be another post.
About the time I turned 60, I noticed that I had graduated to the Mr. “first name” stage. This happens when people are familiar with you, but want to show some respect for your advancing age.
Rain rain go away
Eric tried to change it from Wednesday to Thursday. I countered with Friday. Thursday was out for me since I was, unbeknownst to me, to be a Road Warrior
Eric had more mundane problems such as work.
I made sure I loaded a complete change of clothes in the truck to join my regular “fall in the creek” bag and the wet weather bag I carry for the fishing boat, the 2+3 I keep in Apalachicola
Chuck “I'm warm blooded. Cold doesn't effect me like others” Plunker was a tad late this morning and I had to wait a few minutes on him. I asked him if he had everything when he finally came to the truck. “Why yes, I've got a extra shirt to change into when this one gets wet”
No jacket, no change of pants, just a long sleeve shirt to wear under his vest. It was then he made the fateful announcement of “I'm warm blooded. Cold doesn't effect me like others”.
These words would come back to bite him later in the day though he remarked when I brought the subject up that he was so numb from the cold that it could chew on him all day and he wouldn't feel it.
After the morning hunt, Plunker rummaged through the back of the truck looking for something warm to put on. Plunker is a lot larger than I but he told me he didn't care whether it fit or not, a knife would take care of that.
The morning hunt was productive if wet. Eric the bird hunter killed the first two rabbits. Eric's friend, Michael told me later that he had a lot of fun despite not killing a rabbit though he did have a shot. And “Those things aren't hard to kill, but they are easy to miss.”
True words, those. I should know
Sorry about the lack of pictures. To help me remember to take the camera, I looped it's carry handle through my coffee thermos and in the process of filling the thermos with hot water prior to the coffee, I dropped the brand spanking new camera into the sink full of water.
A Paucity and Dearth of Rabbits
That pretty well sums up my last two rabbit hunts though maybe “dearth” would suffice as well.
dearth: the state or condition of not having enough of something
But then again, I don't ever recall having a un-dearth or a un-paucity of rabbits.
To little; yes
to many; no
Redemption: more or less
This rabbit would make up for the easy shot that I had missed on this same rabbit on the first of his four trips through the area.
And it's a small rabbit hunting world. He knew Pookie and ate at the annual Ridge Grove bbq because he likes the Stew. Which, by the way, is cooked by Plunker in huge syrup pots in the back of the Fire Station. And as long as we are talking about the annual bbq at Ridge Grove Volunteer Fire Department, I would be remiss if I didn't mention that it will be held the third Saturday in March this year.
The Saga continues
My problem is that when Charles is around, my dogs won't run, period. Not trash, not rabbits not even each other. Then when we hunt without him, the Pack turns in a stellar performance
On Monday, I thought I would have a chance to show off a little and cherry picked from The Rabbit Journal Pack. After all they had been running well enough to please me..overall.
Yes, I Know
I was at Lowes in Opelika Friday and a young clerk said to me "You don't know who I am, do you?"
Not a clue. I'm horrible with names and faces to begin with and getting older don't help.
"I'm Jordan. You took my brother and I rabbit hunting several years ago by way of "One Dog"
That rang a bell. It was also good to hear that helped put a fire in his belly about rabbit hunting as he told me of some recent hunts.
Take a kid rabbit hunting. One day you might need him to return the favor
Fireman Pants and other thoughts
"We" got 10 as I noted below. Looking at the woods we hunted though we could see that soon those double digit days would be a thing of the past.
Rabbit hunting isn't like deer hunting. You can't get a 50 acre lease of mature pines and put out bait to lure rabbits in like the deer hunters. You have to have cover to hide from predators. Hawks, coyotes and, well, most everything likes to eat rabbits
The planted pines canopy is closing up and the briars below will soon die out from a lack of sun. The rabbit numbers will dwindle. So, we get them while we can.
We had a good day
"We" killed 10
“Why are we getting such a late start?”
The definition according to the dictionary is “to walk laboriously or wearily along or over:”
It's that walk you get after a day hunting without seeing hardly any game, missing the shots that you did have, falling into a creek, having been lost, cold and hungry, or figuring out exactly where you're at is the furthest point you can get from the vehicle just as it starts to rain, that's “the trudge”.
Fishermen used to know it in the days when you hiked into your favorite fishing hole instead of backing your bass boat down the ramp. Deer hunters used to know it before they started riding their atv to their deer stand.
Now, for them, “the trudge” is more a state of mind rather than a actual walk.
Only the small game hunter knows the true trudge.
I highly recommend them especially if you don't want your arms looking like you took a bath with a cat
"Thick? Lord, it was thick. I was wearing a set of Kevlar sleeves and while getting ready for Worship services on Sunday, one would have been able to see a distinct line on my upper arms. Nice and smooth on my lower arms, but above the sleeve line, a mass of scratches. And I had been wearing two long sleeve shirts. I really can't say enough nice things about those sleeves. They have a thumb hole that keeps them from sliding up and are elastic enough keeping them from sliding down. After over a year of use in rabbit hunter thick briars, they have been picked at, but not damaged. About the only change I would make if I manufactured them would be to make them hunter orange instead of gray."
I suspect that until we coalesce around the best one we won't know what will pass for the truth though I will tell you that I will be disappointed if it doesn't involve a young lady and a truck door