white buffalo
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- Feb 15, 2006
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I don't know if it's a best shot but it is one I'll remember the rest of my life. As an 8 year old who was out of school for the summer, myself and a couple of my friends grabbed our fishing poles and headed to the creek. I also took my daisy lever bb gun. As we were walking down the center of the railroad tracks, a cotton-tail jumped out of the weeds and ran towards a concrete drainage ravine, about 20 or so yards away. I dropped my pole and raised my daisy and squeezed just as that rabbit jumped into the ravine. He hit the bottom of the ravine with a thud, and then started to try to pull itself with it's front legs. My buddies were going crazy screaming you nailed him etc. I just stood there in shock as I couldn't believe I even hit it, much less put it down. I remembered one of the things my dad had taught me, was to not let an animal suffer so I jumped down into the ravine and proceeded to shoot that rabbit in the head to end it's misery. I cocked and shot and cocked and shot, but the little daisy wouldn't penetrate that poor rabbits head. He was trying to crawl away with his front legs as my first shot had hit him in the back and paralyzed his rear legs. As I stood there over this wounded rabbit I wandered why I had even shot at him. I couldn't just walk away and let this animal die a slow cruel death, so I did the only thing I could think of at the time, I put a foot on him and beat him to death with that daisy bb gun. My friends sort of freaked out and took off and left me there. Another of the things my dad had taught me at a young age was not to shoot an animal just to shoot it, if I was going to eat it that was ok. So I picked up the rabbit and headed home by myself to go skin and clean it. I got home and gutted and skinned the rabbit and found the meat covered in wolves. Yet another of the things my father had previously told me was to hunt rabbits after the first freeze and the wolves would not be in it. So what started as a one in a million shot, ended up reinforcing several lessons my late dad had tried to teach me at a young age. That was one shot I'll always remember.
WB
WB