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Real life in Quesnel: Hunting

I’ve discovered that hunting is just a fact of life up here. Like, the other day I was wandering through Walmart and saw two young boys not yet in their teens discussing the merits of different weapons. And it’s not hunting just for the sake of hunting – most people hunt to put food on their tables.

One evening after supper Brian looked at his watch and declared that we had plenty of time to go hunting for rabbits. We saw several deer along the way, but it isn’t deer-hunting season, and we were in search of rabbits (after all). I think he shot and killed three eventually – using an old gun with no scope – all of which ended up in the stew pot. Brian took along his bow and arrows too – just in case we came across any bears. Alas, we didn’t.

I’m sure that I will do more posts about shooting and hunting in the next few months. For now, here’s a little foretaste to get you prepared (or to drive you away from the blog before the serious stuff comes).

Spotted along the way
Spotted along the way
Bear-hunting gear
Bear-hunting gear
He sees something ...
He sees something …
It runs into the road and stops ...
It runs into the road and stops …
He takes aim carefully ...
He takes aim carefully and fires …
Now, where did it go?
Now, where did it go?
Et voila, the poor little bunny ...
Et voila, the poor little bunny, found …
Supper.
Supper.
"No hunting" sign. But that wasn't where we had been ...
“No hunting” sign. But that wasn’t where we had been … unfortunately for the rabbits.
Beautiful view on the way home.
Beautiful view on the way home.
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6 thoughts on “Real life in Quesnel: Hunting

  1. Tim:Follow. But! Follow only if ye be men of valor! For the entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel, that no man yet has fought with it… and lived! BONES of full fifty men lie *strewn* about its lair! So! Brave knights! If you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you all with nasty, big, pointy teeth…
    Tim: There he is!
    King Arthur: What? Behind the rabbit?
    Tim: It *is* the rabbit!
    King Arthur: You silly sod!
    King Arthur: You got us all worked up!
    Tim: Well, that’s no ordinary rabbit.
    King Arthur: Ohh.
    Tim: That’s the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on!
    Tim: Look, that rabbit’s got a vicious streak a mile wide! It’s a killer!
    Tim: I’m warning you!
    Sir Robin: What’s he do? Nibble your bum?
    Tim: He’s got huge, sharp… er… He can leap about. Look at the bones!
    King Arthur: Go on, Bors. Chop his head off!
    Sir Bors: Right! Silly little bleeder. One rabbit stew comin’ right up!
    [after Bors is killed by the killer rabbit]
    Tim: I *warned* you, but did you listen to me? Oh, no, you *knew*, didn’t you? Oh, it’s just a harmless little *bunny*, isn’t it?

    Sorry Robin I think it says if you have anything of value, but the bunny inspired me and double sorry for this one! “Brave Sir Robin ran away, bravely ran away, away..
    .. who can resist quoting Monty python, lol.

    Poor Bunny!!

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