Wascawwy Wabbits

I managed to squeeze in a second successful hunting session.  Huzzah!  Not only that, but it was the most rabbits I’ve seen in a day out since the farm.

Here’s 3 more game meat meals, courtesy of the Klenke estate:

I forced her to help, but the kid wanted nothing to do with killing rabbits
One
Two
Three
Vae victus!

Big Iron strikes again.

–Simon

…And Soon it Was

The great hunt of 2021!

When I bought my pistol, Joe bought a shotgun.  His first shotgun was tacticool, and to this I unleashed much razzing.

But now properly armed with the correct barrel, he finally shot his first quarry.  Huzzah!

I, however, missed the next squirrel.  3 times.  It was a jumpy bastard.  First time I missed with Big Iron.  I received my own share or razzing for that.

Big Iron

Eventually though…

A 6/7 success rate is still pretty good.  A kill’s a kill.  And despite the miss and the horribly hot weather, a day hunting is still a better day than one at work.

The squirrel itself was tasty, but again the sauce was a failure.  I just don’t think it’s possible to make good squirrel gravy.  Oh well.  Not the point of the trip, I suppose.  Manliness was achieved once again!

–Simon

Delco 2

3 years ago we went fishing at Delco with the old man.  It was…underwhelming.

Crap…pie?

But this time, things were more productive.  Fishing is unpredictable, I suppose.

Alana’s also older and much better at the mechanics.  Alas, she didn’t catch anything, but the group haul was encouraging.

First fish goes to me, a good ol’ bluegill!
Second fish was Dad’s, a bass of some sort. Smallmouth maybe? There was a discussion.
Third fish was mine, a largemouth bass.
Fourth fish was mine, an even smaller bluegill.
Dad finishes the day with #5, a perfectly respectable bluegill.

A very nice fishing day indeed.

–Simon