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The Rabbit Journal Tales


I got a note

from djmed, who for a poor t shirt pusher, spends a lot of time doing things that I wish I could.
Ladies, the man is still available which is probably why, he can afford to do those things

Whilst you were so valiantly defending the God given rights of small game hunters against

I want to tell you about Samuel P. Thumbsucker,

aka "Sammie", but first I need to tell you about the Alabama Conservation Board meeting that I went to in Eufaula. And then I need to tell you about BB being busy growing the Dothan chapter of the EARH&SESC. And that several people at the meeting want to order T’s…..djmed.

Hover went with me, to lend moral support. I’ve met some of the best people online through this website. I know that sooner or later, I'm going to get a lemon, but so far, they've all been gems.

I’m not a public speaker. I always think of the perfect rejoinder five minutes after the subject has changed. The reason I write is that it gives me a chance to think through what I’m “saying”, correct my atrocious grammar, syntax and spelling. Something I encourage all of you readers, but especially you teats, to do and that’s practice writing up your reports on a word processor using the tools at the top to correct. I could use a few more writers on this site.

We were both a little surprised at both the reception that the EARH&SESC club and its t shirts got. Add in the fact that the Rabbit Journal was known to a couple of reporters in attendance, one with the Birmingham News. Even “Rimfire” was known to Robin Nummy who ran the CAB show. She was commenting on how much she liked our shirts and that she had been in correspondence with another rabbit hunter earlier in the year. I asked if the writer was named “Rimfire”?

While I rubbed my shin I told Hover that I see our reputation preceded us.
Hover said “Our?”

I was prepared and relaxed prior to the meeting. As I listened to the first speakers, mostly professionals with speaking skills, I ran over in my mind what I had to say with strains of “We shall overcome” echoing in the background as I dazzled the board with my logic and oratory skills.
Having signed up to speak in the “other” category at the very bottom of the page, I figured I could listen to any arguments and brilliantly refute them in my monologue before any question period.

First up after the professionals was…….”Rimfire”.
Quaking in my boots, I stumbled forward to the microphone trying to remember my name.

You remember the look the rabbit has when it realizes that those two slender saplings it hides behind are actually your legs?

Standing at the mic, I dredged up my real name, no easy matter considering the numerous nicknames and cyber alias I go by.
I began my stammering statement only to hear the beat of wings as my subject matter took flight.
I snagged random thoughts as they fluttered haphazardly around my empty head.
Finishing, I started a bolt for my chair, when they asked me a couple of questions. I suppose they thought that if I was that funny when I couldn’t remember what the heck I was prepared to talk about, then I would be hilarious when speaking off the cuff.

In retrospect, we should be happy to have a rabbit season at all.

There were a few interesting discussions like not feeding the sharks (chumming) where people were swimming or playing in the water. That seemed like common sense to me, but in my fifty six years, I’ve found to be sorely lacking in most people, at times, myself included.

I was told by two CAB board members and the spokesman for the Alabama Dog Hunters Association that there was “no energy” on the part of the board to expand deer season into February with the exception of one board member.
That’s one board member to many.

The dog hunter problem is a tough one. And, just because we hunt rabbits on smaller tracts doesn’t mean that when they finish with the deer/dog hunters they won’t come for us.
The complaints that I heard from one individual could just as easily have been about a pack of beagles that crossed a line in pursuit of a rabbit.
Heck, I even heard one person who called for the total ban on deer hunting in his county.

I encourage my readers that if they have the time and a CAB meeting is close enough to attend, voice their opinions and support.

I had planned to

run the dogs in the morning, but, instead, I've decided to go to the Eufaula meeting of the Alabama Conservation Board and put in my two cents, especially since there has been a lot of talk about extending deer season into February.

I think that this is a little more important than exercising my dogs, besides there won't be any reason to keep a pack of rabbit hounds if the "rabbit season" is only two weeks long.
I'll probably be the only small game hunter there and I sure could use some support

Do you think

Link to March Alabama Conservation Advisory Board meeting minutes. Start pdf page 32

That it may be because the deer hunters have become very good (or very numerous) at hunting the rut? And that the killing of the rutters in January would tend to leave the ones that rut in February? And that if you hunt in February, that you may cause a further shifting of the rut towards late February and March?

The deer shooters continue to press for a February deer season. Oh, not all of February, just a couple of weeks...at least not yet.

Deer hunting will be the ruination of hunting in Alabama and elsewhere as the blood sports become the province of the wealthy and privileged.

pg 95 calls for a study to extend the deer season into February

Just a note

as GF and I cross the Florida line

we dropped off BB's new pups that we called on a temporary basis, "Elmer Jr. and Sissy's Sissy"
elmer jr and sissys sissy.jpg

Everything went off without a hitch.

You'd have thought that I was carting off Penny's pups the way she acted
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Got an email from djmed

Hey Rimfire

Back at the grind this week after the May trip last week. Wheeler Lake was awesome, once again. My partner and I boated 261 handsize bluegills in 3 days and were crowned "the bream kings".
They were biting pretty good. Total for the whole gang (14 or 15 i think) was over 1100, plus a couple hundred bass, couple hundred cats, and a couple hundred white bass. The wind blew pretty strong most of the time we were there and that lake looks like the gulf most of the day.
When are ya'll going to poor house creek?


Dang, No pics. Either djmed hasn't got his new camera or he don't know how to reduce the pictures to send them
My reply

Tomorrow morning though I suspect that the wind will confine us to the rivers and Chuck is remodeling the house, so it looks like we'll be "camping" out at the house.

I'm taking two dogs for Hover to drop off to BB ( in Dothan).
Be good to get away a couple of days


Then he makes a good offer

Let me know when you get back. I'll bring over some Macon county (NC) fair prize beef we can throw on the CHARCOAL grill.

If it doesn't work the first three times

try it again.

Most of you know that my Lyme test came back positive....yet again. The doctors reaction was to put me back on the same antibiotics that didn't work the last time.
Maybe it's due to that Lyme disease bacteria can escape therapy by forming protective layers around itself

I don't really understand the debate over chronic Lyme and the long term antibiotic debate

"Doctors to Reassess Antibiotics for “Chronic Lyme” Disease"

But I do think that my doctor should think about a short term of one month of intravenous antibiotics, if the pills fail.

Boy, do ya’’ll need a bath

was my first thought when I climbed into the pathfinder for our first pre-season exercise of 08.
The "Girls" look real thrilled about the day's trip, don't they?

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I could tell you about all the rabbits Saturday.
I could tell you about how Sally at only 13 weeks ran with her Aunties the first time out.
I could tell you about how surprised I was to have the first day that the “girls” have had out of the pen in two months go so well.
Well, I could tell you

I introduced the puppies,

Sally, Sammie and Sissy to some gunfire today, using my .22 pocket rocket.pocket rocket 004.jpg I fired the first shot when I was still fifty yards away, on my way to give the pups their morning Puppy Chow and their Aunties, their morning biscuit. Very little reaction beyond heads jerking around to see where the loud noise came from.

Sally

It’s been a busy day, here at Rabbit Run.

Speaking of rabbits, when I fired up the tractor this morning while getting a few things ready this morning for when Plunker showed up, the resident rabbit shot across the middle pasture and into the thickets that follow the creek bed.
Plunker later showed me a pile of “pills” in the grass of the front pasture. There might be more rabbits out here than I thought. Maybe I need to let the girls check it out. But then again if that burro next door got hold of one of them, it would just ruin their day.

Plunker came out early this morning and helped me wire the front pasture for our newest venture, the Greater Rabbit Run Cattle Ranch. That running rabbit would make an interesting brand, wouldn’t it?
Shortly thereafter, Brag showed up to see the new puppy, Sexy Sally. I know it bothers him that I’ve moved so far from him that it’s a chore to come see our dogs. And an expensive one at that, with gas prices being what they are.

Then Hover and his wife came to bring the new puppies, the red male with the white collar and the black and tan female, for the Rabbit Journal Pack. Those are two beautiful hounds. They’ve settled right in with the “girls”.

Speaking of Hover’s puppies. GF and I are going on our annual May fishing in Apalachicola. We’ll be fishing on the “2+3”, our 19 foot center consol who is berthed at it’s home port of Poor House Creek in Apalachicola. We’ll be dropping off Hover’s last female puppy to BB, charter member of the Dothan chapter of the East Alabama Rabbit Hunters and Souse Eaters Social Club.

A oldie, but a goodie

Since the Instapundit is asking for grill recommendations, I thought I would weigh in with some of my truisms.

I'm busy on the grill
grilling the hamburgers
And it brought to mind a old post on redneckin

Soy burgers, anyone?
Brag came by the other evening to feed the dogs just as I was finishing up using the grill. He remarked that I had been doing a lot of grilling lately. And I have. Over the last few weeks, a varied mix of fish, fowl and mammals have found their way onto my charcoal grill. Only reptiles and amphibians are missing from the list. A temporary oversight, I’m sure.

I know some of you people say you’re going to fire up the grill when you actually mean you’re going out, turning on the gas and pushing the electronic ignition button Then you set around waiting for the fake rocks to heat up while your fake meat marinates in fake smoke.

Soy burgers, anyone?
I’m talking about a real grilling.
A charcoal grill.
You ain’t really bbq’ing till you have to grill in the yard.
Way out in the yard. Safely away from the house with a hose pipe at the ready.

The “Girls”

sure were disappointed this morning.

They watched with intense interest as I loaded the summer box into the back of the pathfinder. Interest that exploded into joyous yelps as I backed up to the pen.
Tiny made Summer dog box
Surely the boss was going to take them out for a run since they had been in the pen for a month and a half. Penny reassured Sally on the ride into town that she would like chasing rabbits and running with the big dogs. Just stick with her and everything would be all right. Heck, she had done it a bunch of times last winter

But, alas, it was not to be. Turkey season still has a couple of weeks to go.

Instead, it was time for Sally’s second set of puppy shots. And Katie and Lucy’s rabies shot. Since that would have only left Penny in the pen when I took the other girls to Doc Caldwell, the Rabbit Journal's official vet of choice in Phenix City, I decided to take her to prevent me from seeing her on the way back up hwy 80 trying to hitch a ride.



Heart doctors, Sexy Sally, Kosovo and bringing home the bacon

As I write this, I’ve been sitting here in the kitchen cooking bacon for the lovely GF’s breakfast before she goes to work to bring home the bacon.
I’m sure Dr. Bubba, my heart doctor over at Auburn Cardiovascular, recoiled in horror when he saw the term “bacon” same as he did after nodding approvingly at the amount of high stepping in the briars while rabbit hunting before finding out about the souse meat tailgate lunches.
The bacon came from the sausage man, Mr. Capps who lives around the corner. “Around the corner” being a relative term,

May I introduce

Summer hat 08
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Which will replace Summer Hat 06 after I peel the cheap hat band off and replace it with one of my horse hair bands
Summer hat 06 Had been relegated to daily wear since the end of last summer.

Summer Hat 07, a Bailey Helmsely, is still in pristine condition and I swap different silk hatbands as my moods dictates

Summer Hat 06 Had began to look a little like its owner- rundown and ragged.
summer hat wore out.jpg
The pinch front has a crack in the crown, mainly from me running into the floor joists in the old house when I fed the “girls”. A heavy sweatline from our humid East Alabama climate is evident around the three strand horse hair hat band.
It has become my work hat around Rabbit Run, at least, until it finally disintegrates and I start wearing the Riverz Delta.

The new hat, a Fiesta Phoenix, will join my other summer hats on the pole in The Rabbit Journal’s headquarters until it to finally becomes a daily wear work hat, hopefully in a couple of years.
hat pole.jpg

If you think herding cats is tough,

you should have seen Hover trying to get up his six puppies.
Yep, instead of staying here and getting up to date entertaining you, I went up to Hovers to see what are destined to be #2 and #3 puppies added to The Rabbit Journal Pack.

#2 and #3?
Uh-huh.
My Realtor, Uncle NoPass's daughter, made so much money off of me this past year that she gave me a puppy.
Course when you consider how much money she made, she should have bought me a whole dang pack.

As you can see Lucy was less than thrilled with the newest pup, Sally.
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