When I was a kid in High School, I'd spend time with the Dachshund and a .20 gauge SxS out in an area along the river just north of town. Used to pi$$ off Mom when I brought home a rabbit for dinner, mainly because she grew up on wild game & it used to irk her to bite down on any shot left in the meat. Consequently she insisted on dressing whatever I brought home herself, although I'd salt & borax hides out in the garage. Mom made great fried chicken, but would always make Shake& Bake bunny, oven baking it.
Normally I'd let the dog chase after rabbits, but she was never quite fast enough. We'd come home with out firing a shot. If I needed more pelts to sell, I'd go out with Dad's .22 mag Ruger Single Six.
Occasionally I come upon a carcass of a fox that looked like it had been torn apart while still alive. I called Fish & Game and told them about it & they said they had other complaints. Someone saw some guy out "hunting" with his 2 beagles. It wasn't legal & they wanted me to call them if I could get any information.
One day I heard some stupid horn blaring in the distance & here comes Jeeves - all duded up in some English huntsman knickers & waistcoat & silly hat. He turned his "fox hounds" loose to practice their trade. Ever see a fox after 2 dogs are done playing tug-o-war, ripping it apart while it was still alive? It's stomach turning.
Fortunately I had the .22 mag & shot both dogs, grabbed their collars and tags & ran after Mr. English nobleman. Got his license number as he roared off & gave it & the tags to Fish & Game.
The local Police Chief personally stopped by the house one evening & handed me a check for $150 for solving the problem of the "wildlife murders." Seems that some Girl Scouts c& other do-gooders came upon some mutilated foxes, complained about it and took up a collection for a reward. The reward got me more .22 mag ammo, a belt sheath for my Buck 110 knife, some extra traps for my winter muskrat trapline & the rest disappeared into a savings account towards my college education - likely bought beer & condoms ...
"Hey Look! We've got Guns ... and We've got Snacks!"
- Cdr. Samuel "Sam" Axe, USN, (ret) -