A couple of years ago I piled tons of horseshit on a patch of land rumored to belong to the BLM, just because it seemed fair to give back to my great nation’s government as good as I got.
After marinading through a couple of monsoons, it has become quite the neighborhood resource. I kinda feel good about sights like this. 🙂
Also, there’s this rabbit I was specifically commissioned by J to kill because of where it denned, and also that it was just such an annoyingly blatant little thing. Had a couple of running shots at it, missed of course because this ain’t no James Bond movie, but mostly I just watched since shooting the rabbit would have involved putting holes in valuable things behind it.
This morning, not so much.
I almost didn’t take the shot because I only had the .44 and it seemed a waste of this Hornady Whiz-Bang 5000 Critical Defense FTX Super-Ammotm a friend of the blog gave me, which would surely sail right through a cottontail like any cheap cast round. But the rabbit had been getting on my nerves, and it was hardly going to stand there and watch me swap ammo in the revolver before shooting it, and anyway I’m gonna eventually use the ammo on something. So I went ahead and took the shot.
To my surprise, instead of the usual through-and-through hole this poor rabbit opened like an unusually bad-smelling flower. The Whiz-Bang Super-Ammo certainly doesn’t need much excuse to mushroom, is all I’m saying.
Makes me wonder how deeply it would even penetrate a larger body, but I’m definitely well-armed against The Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog should he arrive in these parts.
From now on I’m calling this stuff the Holy Hand Grenades of Hornady.
Wabbit stew?
Its insides were its outsides, its entrails were its extrails, and I’ve seen more appetizing game. So, no.
https://youtu.be/wGhQ2BDt4VE
The leg quarters look intact, at least on my shitty laptop, & they’re as tasty as chicken quarters. Cast-iron skillet, lard, flour, milk (powdered if necessary), & that’s good eatin’!
Of course, it could also feed the boys…an appetizer.
Yeah, I could have cut him up. But then I could have cottontail for dinner every night, we’ve no shortage of them. I don’t eat them because there’s so little meat on them, and all of it tasteless, that I just don’t find it worth the trouble.
I disagree with the often-stated opinion that wild rabbit tastes like chicken. It cooks up like very lean chicken, but it doesn’t taste like very much at all. At least the ones around here don’t. And there’s so very little of it on the bones – that fluffy, chubby-looking cottontail in your hedgerow is all hair and skin.
I’m told domestic rabbit is different, and one of these days I’m going to try raising them. Already have the cages, just not a source of baby rabbits.
Live trap the local vermin?
Out my way rabbit is one tasty wild meat. Not quite as good as squirrel, but still quite good