Sally, Sammie and Sissy to some gunfire today, using my .22 pocket rocket. 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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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,

Summer hat 08


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.

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.

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.

sort of.
I'm trying out the verizon broadband system. It's the only one I can get at The Rabbit Run. It's fairly expensive for the 5 gig transfer it allows.
Priority will be the Church site, my various sites that I host and The Rabbit Journal before any others.
Hopefully, I'll be able to keep everything going, but the costs are adding up.