Chronicles Of A Summer Hunter

WITH the coming of Summer, a lot of hunters oil the firearms, put them away and break out their fishing rods to pursue a more leisurely pastime. While I am not that keen on hunting deer during summer, the fact is my calendar becomes very busy. While I fish for Murray Cod in my area fervently, my passion for hunting doesn’t ease off one iota. This past festive season, my nephew, who had acquired a new .17HMR, was itching to go rabbit hunting

THE day we arranged the hunt was a pearler, 47 degrees in the shade, I had no intention of wandering too far from our vehicle. A phone call revealed there were a few rabbits getting about and luckily, the old house was unoccupied at present and, yes, the air conditioner had been fixed, so things were looking up from the start.

Late that afternoon, as the evening shadows were lengthening, found us cruising slowly around the back of the property on the lookout for any rabbit foolish enough