Technical Issues

I’ve long used Nucleus cms to operate The Rabbit Journal.

However Nucleus has reached a dead end in it’s abilities. I always tinkered with the code and enjoyed it

I’m more or less being forced into a move to another cms.

Unfortunately, it is a move to Word Press. I plan to check out the others (joomla, drupal, ect) to see if they would suit my needs in the future. But, the move needs to come to quickly for me to experiment enough.
So WordPress it is though I truly dislike it

There are always some glitches and I’ll have to design a new front page, yada yada

Please bear with me

I had a choice

closing out the 2014-2015 rabbit season here in Alabama or attending the Alabama Deer Hunters Advisory Board (aka Alabama Conservation Advisory Board, CAB)
No, not really.
It doesn’t matter if a small game hunter attends the Alabama CAB. They don’t care what we say and their sole interest is in increasing the revenue into Alabama by bringing in out of state hunters by making things easier for the deer hunters.

We hit our first and only double digit hunt this year as a guest of djmed on Pookies in Chambers county

Details later after I decompress


On Thursday

it was cottontails on high ground at the Tornado property in Chambers county with Brag and Plunker.


Then this morning it was cottontails in the pines in Tuskegee with Brent and Brag.


Then in the afternoon it was chasing bucks in a swamp


I haven’t written

about the last three hunts. That’s mostly because they really sucked.
Well, the Thursday hunt with Charles wasn’t bad. We were two for three, though mine was a jumped rabbit when I was trying to ccut off the other rabbit.


Final score
Charles 1
rimfire 1

The following Saturday’s hunt in Cussetta was pretty bad. One rabbit.
The habitat was great. Young pines filled with briars and honeysuckle bordered by a pecan orchard filled with green grass and a home overlooking to help keep coyotes at bay.
Not a pill.
We finally scored when we went into a wet bottom filled with palmetto



brag 1
rimfire who counts

Then on Tuesday, Brag and I went to Plunkers. It was pretty much just a long walk in the woods

The Alabama Deer Hunting Advisory Board

The Alabama Conservation Advisory Board (CAB) has scheduled it’s first meeting on 28 February 2015, which coincidentally is also the last day and last Saturday of small game hunting in Alabama.
Up till 2014, the CAB meetings were at the beginning of February. I asked Commissioner Guy why it couldn’t be the first Saturday in March and he replied that it had to be at the start of February to get everything in.
Then in 2013-2014, the deer season was extended into February for part of the state. Suddenly Commissioner Guy found that he could schedule it for the end of February and the beginning of March and get everything in.

The cynic would say that the move was to give the deer hunters time to decompress and spend time with the wife before having to spend yet another Saturday on deer hunting. I tend to think that the schedule for this year is to suppress the number of small game hunters from showing up.

What could possibly be on the agenda for this year?
Well, the safe bet will be yet another extension. Not in the amount of February given to the tree sitters, but in the area covered. More of February will come at a later date.

One thing about most Alabama deer hunters is that they are stupid. The article makes it pretty clear that the whole idea in bringing in out of state hunters is that they spend more money.And it’s all about the Benjamins for the government and the landowners The average Alabama deer hunter is of the opinion of “I’ve got mine” or” Oh Boy another ten days to deer hunt”. Both are incredibly short sighted. Deer leases will go up, while more and more acreage will be incorporated into the “day” hunt. Commissioner Guy is own record for extending the deer season in order to market the sport to out of state hunters.

How many of you read the recent story hyping deer hunting tourism in the Alabama Black Belt?

I tend to think that the story was a plant with a government friendly (yes, I know) reporter. A testing of the waters, so to speak. They want to see if there is any negative feedback before Saturday’s CAB meeting. All this is speculation, but I think that the plan is to seek a uniform seer season throughout the “Black Belt” which would lead to adding a few more counties to the list of those included in the February season. The CAB will then seek to make a natural line across the state to make it easier to denote and enforce like they did with a part of Lee County when it made sense to just continue on using Hwy 80 as the line. This will probably add another few counties until they have the southern 2/3’s of the state included

Everybody needs a Pookies

Before Pookies, it was Mr. Murphy’s. Briars and vines so thick and so tangled, as to make even the rabbits cry uncle.
It tests you and your dogs mettle. Do you want to rabbit hunt or do you want a walk in the park? If you are not willing to get in the tough, then you may as well take up (shudder) golf.

We were 5 for 14 with two of those being misses. Well, One, anyway. Mine was a total miss. Plunker’s was a little different.

Djmed connected

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of Pearson’s Action Pack Kennels has a new video up. Second one down

And yes, I know I owe you on the hunt at Pookies last Saturday. Give me a day or so

Happy Anniversary, GF

And a happy Valentines Day, too.

Remember, you have only yourself to blame for scheduling our wedding in the middle of rabbit season. I hope you enjoy the day. I’ll see you after today’s rabbit hunt at Pookies.

But I do have to tell the faithful readers, that I have stayed home on our anniversary as this quote from a previous post proves

“I took GF out for a Valentines Day lunch.
She enjoyed that more than a dinner this evening, since it’s a treat for her to see me during daylight hours on a weekend in February. I told her “See how much I love you that I would sacrifice one of my last few days of rabbit hunting for you?”
She said “Give me a break. It’s pouring down rain. The dogs would have to swim after the rabbits.””

And contrary to popular belief, I didn’t hunt the morning of the wedding though I did hunt for the two days before as noted in this post

One streak resumes

and another ends.
Thursday, I was hunting with Charles, Dyron, James and Dave again in Tuskegee.

It should have been a easy shot. True, I was looking in the wrong direction, but still a rabbit on a slow lope down the middle of a firebreak.
I tried to be cute and shoot the nose off of him. I fired the wrong barrel and dirt kicked up in just past his head. I quickly lined up for a center mass shot as the rabbit continued his slow lope. I squeezed the trigger. I squeezed it harder. Still nothing.
Panic set in and I fumbled for the unfired barrel’s trigger.
The rabbit cut right and the dirt flew from yet another errant shot.
I heard Dyron shout. He thought I had killed the rabbit, not realizing that my legendary shooting skills, or lack of, had came back with a vengeance.

“Coming straight at you, Dyron”
I thought that Dyron was going to kiss me, he was so glad I had missed. The last few hunts I had been on with him had afforded precious few shots and even those were misses. Don’t get me wrong, both Dyron and Charles are cracker jack shots and are usually in competition for high man. But we all have our streaks, like Dyron missing or me hitting.


Still, I closed out the day with 2.
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Bottom to Top

Our host, Brent was missing in action. Something about a sudden cold. He told us to go ahead and have fun

I put the pump up for the hunt at for this hunt. Instead I drug out a old Stevens 16 gauge double barrel. Turns out it was a good choice
We started out in the wet bottom in the front of the property towards the train tracks.

When the dogs jumped, I positioned myself where I could move to the line if the rabbit got past me. The wet bottom land crossed the line into a full bore swamp. I figured if the rabbit got there, the dogs could either run all day out of reach or quickly loose the scent. The latter being most likely.

The best scene I watched on that day was Jeremiah, my young 1 ½ year old beagle, in full cry as he led the pack, splashing through a full pool of water, emerging on the other side hot on the track without losing a beat.

By the way, I was to late.
The rabbit had crossed.