Bitter-sweet part of gun hunting
Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 10:42 pm
I got to take my dogs out tonight for the first time in two weeks. Between teaching school and working part time at Lowe's, I have to capitalize on hunting when I can. (Even brought the wife along, she loves to go!) I usually carry the single shot shotgun around, but rarely fire a shot. I have hunted since I was old enough to walk, have quality record book deer/turkey, trapped, and ran "wolf hounds". Absolutely love watching hounds of any kind work!
Tonight, I opened the crate and away they went. Four dogs on a mission. Jumped two rabbits within about 6 or 7 minutes and I enjoyed two separate races. Eventually, we got back to one good, big rabbit. My wife and I watched as he would give the dogs a slip, take a few needed breathes and then away again when the dogs got close. The sun has set, the skies were overcast gray, and the slightest drizzle was drifting in the 10 east wind. After about 45 minutes, the drizzle got a little heavier and the thermometer dipped 6 degrees, to just under freezing. At this point, the dogs circled the rabbit for his final time. As he tore past a fairly good sized cedar tree (about 30 yards away), I shouldered the little 410 and squeezed the trigger. Nothing is sweeter than seeing that little fuzzy ball of fur tumble end over end. At that point, I had to hot foot it to get the little booger before the dogs got there.
As we stood waiting for the dogs to arrive from the other side of the tree, I picked up my sizable quarry. My wife and I stood there for a few moments. I teased the dogs with the dead bunny and then they went on to find another. Within a short time, they found another one and proceeded to run his tail off. This tale has to be told in order for all to understand...as I stood there holding my prize, I couldn't help but feel how bitter sweet the moment was. Not sure if it was the much needed time with my wife, my needed time with my hounds, or just the time I needed away from everything...but I felt a twinge of sadness that I had killed the furry little beast. Nothing major, just a very brief moment. I've killed many things, several rabbits this year over the dogs, and hunted with my wife on many occasions. It was just bitter sweet to have a race so fine, to do exactly what the dogs and I set out to do, but end the race in the same exact moment. I suppose that's the exact nature of gun hunting. The bitter sweet moment of all going the way it should.
Tonight, I opened the crate and away they went. Four dogs on a mission. Jumped two rabbits within about 6 or 7 minutes and I enjoyed two separate races. Eventually, we got back to one good, big rabbit. My wife and I watched as he would give the dogs a slip, take a few needed breathes and then away again when the dogs got close. The sun has set, the skies were overcast gray, and the slightest drizzle was drifting in the 10 east wind. After about 45 minutes, the drizzle got a little heavier and the thermometer dipped 6 degrees, to just under freezing. At this point, the dogs circled the rabbit for his final time. As he tore past a fairly good sized cedar tree (about 30 yards away), I shouldered the little 410 and squeezed the trigger. Nothing is sweeter than seeing that little fuzzy ball of fur tumble end over end. At that point, I had to hot foot it to get the little booger before the dogs got there.
As we stood waiting for the dogs to arrive from the other side of the tree, I picked up my sizable quarry. My wife and I stood there for a few moments. I teased the dogs with the dead bunny and then they went on to find another. Within a short time, they found another one and proceeded to run his tail off. This tale has to be told in order for all to understand...as I stood there holding my prize, I couldn't help but feel how bitter sweet the moment was. Not sure if it was the much needed time with my wife, my needed time with my hounds, or just the time I needed away from everything...but I felt a twinge of sadness that I had killed the furry little beast. Nothing major, just a very brief moment. I've killed many things, several rabbits this year over the dogs, and hunted with my wife on many occasions. It was just bitter sweet to have a race so fine, to do exactly what the dogs and I set out to do, but end the race in the same exact moment. I suppose that's the exact nature of gun hunting. The bitter sweet moment of all going the way it should.