Shane Tuttle
Staff
I live outside of a small town in an association. No covenants. We have roughly an acre of unfenced yards between each other. Neighbors are far enough away that you can give a friendly wave in the morning but they can't look out their window into your kitchen window and see how much Tabasco you put on your eggs in the mornings.
Most everybody is sick and tired of the rabbit population around here. All of my neighbors have given me permission to enter their property any time to rid of them. I told them I sometimes use a Stevens 20ga. shotgun or a Springfield 87A .22lr to do the deed. Since they let me roam the area, I thought best to buy a GAMO air rifle when on their property especially in the darker hours. For the past year, I've dispatched quite a few with no problems...until Monday...
I just started to mow my lawn. I happened to turn the corner around my shop and saw one, BIG rabbit. He froze in his tracks as I did. Went inside to grab the rifle. Headed back and he was still there. At 50 feet, I took aim and dropped him right there. Perfect side shot in the head. No suffering. All is well. Humane kill. One less expensive neighbors' garden ruined. Continued my mowing duties. Then, I saw what I wished I never had seen....
I turned the other corner of my shop from the back side to the side opposite side where I downed that big boy. It wasn't a big boy. Fur was covering an area between my plants. You guessed it. I left a nest of EIGHT babies not more than a day or two old motherless. I'm all for hunting adult or adolescent varmints. But helpless babies is NOT my cup of tea. All the animal shelters were closed. I wasn't going to drop a hefty sum for an on-call fee for my vet. EVERYBODY hates rabbits in my neighborhood for said reasons. So, I'm stuck with dealing with the darkest side of volunteering for varmint control.
Call me a sissy. Call me a pansy. It won't bother me and I can understand being they are varmints after all. But I was and I am still sickened that I had to take care of the issue at hand. I think my GAMO is going to get a rest for a while until I gather myself. I think this is one difficult experience I've had to deal with in quite some time. I'm not sure what I'm wanting out of this post other than I had to get it "on paper" and off my chest. My wife wants to know why I'm clamming up and I won't tell her. She's an even bigger animal lover than I am and there's VERY few things I don't talk to her about. This just happens to be one of them.
Most everybody is sick and tired of the rabbit population around here. All of my neighbors have given me permission to enter their property any time to rid of them. I told them I sometimes use a Stevens 20ga. shotgun or a Springfield 87A .22lr to do the deed. Since they let me roam the area, I thought best to buy a GAMO air rifle when on their property especially in the darker hours. For the past year, I've dispatched quite a few with no problems...until Monday...
I just started to mow my lawn. I happened to turn the corner around my shop and saw one, BIG rabbit. He froze in his tracks as I did. Went inside to grab the rifle. Headed back and he was still there. At 50 feet, I took aim and dropped him right there. Perfect side shot in the head. No suffering. All is well. Humane kill. One less expensive neighbors' garden ruined. Continued my mowing duties. Then, I saw what I wished I never had seen....
I turned the other corner of my shop from the back side to the side opposite side where I downed that big boy. It wasn't a big boy. Fur was covering an area between my plants. You guessed it. I left a nest of EIGHT babies not more than a day or two old motherless. I'm all for hunting adult or adolescent varmints. But helpless babies is NOT my cup of tea. All the animal shelters were closed. I wasn't going to drop a hefty sum for an on-call fee for my vet. EVERYBODY hates rabbits in my neighborhood for said reasons. So, I'm stuck with dealing with the darkest side of volunteering for varmint control.
Call me a sissy. Call me a pansy. It won't bother me and I can understand being they are varmints after all. But I was and I am still sickened that I had to take care of the issue at hand. I think my GAMO is going to get a rest for a while until I gather myself. I think this is one difficult experience I've had to deal with in quite some time. I'm not sure what I'm wanting out of this post other than I had to get it "on paper" and off my chest. My wife wants to know why I'm clamming up and I won't tell her. She's an even bigger animal lover than I am and there's VERY few things I don't talk to her about. This just happens to be one of them.