I thought I was done going after the bunnies for this year, but my little brother Darryl called this morning, and said “they should be out enjoying this sunshine today!” I agreed, and figured the snow was on it’s way out for the year, so “yeh I’m game for one more try!”
We met and had a good hearty breakfast, and I’ll be dog-gone if that sneaky brother of mine didn’t beat me to picking up the “tab” AGAIN! How does he do that? He always was smarter and faster than me-wink-wink!
The first place we tried was my son-in-laws where I always see rabbits-when I’m not hunting that is! You guessed it, we didn’t see any fur, except for the spot where the fox was more successful than us! He had also taken a rooster pheasant in the same area. We should of been fox hunting! My brother said he had a friend just down the road, where the rabbits were chasing his dogs around his yard. I couldn’t wait to finally fling an arrow! His friend had about 20 acres, and we walked 10 of it kicking brush piles, walking through brier patches, and going through the ice (up to my knees!) I don’t get it; my brother walked across the same creek, and he didn’t go through!
Then low and behold, just before we’re ready to call it quits, I draw blood! Of course it was dripping off my hand, where the three 1/2 inch long briers were embedded in my skin! “Ouch” that hurt! I’ve had enough for one day, but have a brilliant idea, as we pass by a set of archery bales. I say “Hey little brother why don’t we each set our hats on these bales and take a 20 yard shot at one another’s hat?” I don’t suppose any of you have ever come up with anything like that-yeh right! Anyway Darryl has a new orange hat, and I have my favorite Cabela’s hat, but neither of us thinks the other will hit the mark – especially at 20 yards with a recurve. Darryl tells me to shoot first, and “whack” I send his hat flying! I’m tickled “pink” (I mean camouflaged) and am laughing my head off when he draws back and “smack!” We walk up to the hats, and I never knew a “smack” was better than a “whack!” He drilled the bill of my hat (off center) and put a nice hole through it. I hit his hat dead center, but my weakly thrown broadhead never penetrated his bill, just a teeny, weanie, little, girly, dent! How humiliating is that? Oh well it was still good to spend the day outside, and not be frozen, even after going through the ice! I’ll just about bet though that this was my last rabbit hunt for the year, but I’ll still do breakfast Darryl!
Mike
Well, at least you guys shot something.
Glad you had a nice time.
Sounds like an awesome time. I’m glad the friendly sibling rivalry never goes away. My brother and I can make a competition out of anything. It’s fun and it also makes us better shots!
I’m jealous I didn’t get to shoot.
What a great day with your brother!
I’m heading down next week to hunt with my little brother, Scott, in Texas. He’s a lot slower on the draw when it comes time to pick up the tab, though. Maybe he could take lessons from Daryl?