Rabbit Hunting with my Father - By Hunter

It was a cold Friday evening when my father and I had arrived at the woods. My father hunts bear so we went to bait while we were there. We were heading through the woods to bait the bears and we completely missed the trail. After walking past it for a few minutes we finally realized we had missed it so we turned back and then we found it and walked down the trail.

After bear baiting my father and I started the rabbit hunt. We walked up and down hills, over streams and through lots of branches that somehow always found a way to whack me in the face.

We moved to another spot after hunting for an hour and a half not seeing anything, but the hunt was not over yet! When we arrived at the next spot we got ready to go at it again so we started walking through some tricky terrain when my father said “stop” and we listened. We could hear a doe making almost a blowing sound, warning nearby deer that we were there. As we listened some more, we could hear it walking away so we continued on. My father and I walked up to a frozen lake and stood for a minute and looked around. My father had some hesitation but then we walked across it being very careful. We then came up to another part of the woods where we saw some rabbit trails, so we walked around the area but no rabbits. With our luck I was a bit discouraged thinking this is the last hour we can hunt, but my father said not to get down and so I trusted him.

We headed back towards the truck when we almost stepped on a rabbit! I mean literally, we were almost on top of it when it bolted away. We weren't fast enough but we ran after it ready for anything, when we saw something that looked just like it. Wanting to be safe rather than sorry, we tried to get closer to it but it turned out, that was the rabbit! We chased it some more but it was gone.

It was getting dark now and there was 10 minutes left of the hunt so as we went back to the truck my Dad asked if I would like to check this area and I said “sure....what do we have to lose?” So we walked a few feet and we both said to each other that looks like a rabbit to me. We got closer to confirm our target. It poked its head up and looked at us but it was not afraid of us...maybe because it thought it was hidden. I raised my gun, pulled the trigger and...BANG! The rabbit bolted a few feet, then stopped. I noticed a bit of blood on its fur so I knew I hit it. Then my dad asked if I wanted him to finish it and I said “No thanks, Dad”. Then, without hesitation, I shot again and hit the rabbit good this time because he fell as hard as a rock! My Dad said, “You got him” and I jumped for joy and said to my father, “My First Kill!!!” I was very excited!

We walked back to the truck and I held it up and my father snapped some picture of me and the rabbit. We got him field dressed and ready to go. Now that's a hunt to remember with your father!

By the way, it tasted really good in the stew we made the next day! :)

2015-01-06 11:36:10

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