So, doing a spot of bunny-busting with the 12 gauge was going quite well, no.4 shot always work a treat on the little furry buggers. So I'm just minding my own business as I swiggity swooty my way across the paddock, I say 'allo to the local Herefords, they stand there like the snotty boneheads they are, so just pass them by.
And off in the distance, just as I'm standing there to silence my phone, a couple of cotton tails flicker up and down. A grin appears across my face as I tippity flippity to the fenceline, and wait for them to pop out. They were quite far for the shotty, closing in on a tad above 40M, so I swapped out the no.4 shot for BBs, and gave them about an inch of clearance to make sure I at least mortar the fluffy redcoats. Fired the right barrel, badda splat, it tumbles off into the fence and hangs in there. The other one dashes off like it's insurance has expired, I can't be arsed trying to lead it at that distance. Happy with seeing one of them tumble, I run over to where I thought it jiggity swiggity'd in it's happy dance. I'd left the shotgun broken open on a fence of course, thinking 'nah nah, just gonna go collect dis'. Seconds later, I see a bit of flattened grass and weed and this furry silhouette. The grin slid across my face once more as I got down flat and went to reach in and pull out my delectable little bunny, still excited from finally getting to retrieve one....and suddenly, a quiet sliver.
I froze and looked over, barely a bee's willy away is a tiger snake hiding in the grass.
With an angry look.
And a fresh rabbit infront of it.
And I'm infront of it.
And I've got a grin dropping like Greece's GDP.
So, I slowly pull my hand away from this spontaneous spawning nope-rope, and begin to slowly reverse my arse back away from it, already thinking of who I'm
not gonna include in my will if I get bit (sorry best friend). It rolled itself up into it's little curly turd of nope with it's tongue gently flickering. I'm certain it's gonna try to get me away from the kill. And after a full 3 and half mine-utes of pulling away, I finally manage to get up. I then proceed grab the shotty off the fence to run a minute mile back home, shutting it behind me. I slid down it just squeaking out 'Faaaaaaaaaaark"...
I might go back there tomorrow and see if it's eaten the rabbit, I know I could have easily blasted the snake, but 1. They are protected. 2. I never considered it.
So for now, I'm just going to sit back with an apple cider and read about the History of Germany.