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Went for a walk with the mighty .22 marlin (aka the fish) the other day on a property that I am allowed on in the Adelaide hills. Its only a small place and near a town which (self imposed) limits my shooting area to an area near a creek and a hill side.
As I was walking down the hill I flushed out a massive rabbit,would of went three feet if it went an inch, well up came the .22 and I took a freehand shot at the fleeing monster rabbit, after the smoke had cleared and I had gotten over the shock of the massive recoil I realised that the rabbit, as big as it was, had done a Houdini act and was gone! I kept going until I reached the creek line and started to hunt in earnest, a bit like deer hunting but more walking and you don't have to be quiet.
Well you would not believe it but out from the long grass came a slightly smaller bunny. Got you this time I thought to myself as I dropped to one knee raised the rifle, centred the cross hairs on its head, caressed the 7 kg trigger and sent a Winnie sub of death speeding on its way.
After picking myself off the ground, cursing the recoil of the .22 I was stoked to find one dead bunny on the ground.
After retrieving the bunny I put it next to my pack and continued on. It seemed like hours later but was in fact only about two minutes that I was charged by a suicidal bunny, I didn't wait to see if it had a vest on or not but at 35 mtrs that rabbit went to the big burrow in the sky. I wiped the sweat from my brow with a shaky hand after that I can tell you! Walking on I spotted two ears in some grass, down on one knee, a tendon pulling squeeze on the trigger and number three was on the ground.
After popping my shoulder back into its socket I hefted the two rabbits back to my pack and had a five minute rest to get my heart rate back to normal, I was just about to call it a day when I saw another rabbit about halfway up the hill near some gorse bushes,place is covered in them, down on one knee again,boom, thwack and bunny's on his back, you ripper,worth a sore shoulder, put the rifle down and take about fifteen steps when I hear a squeal, look up and the bloody things commando crawling to the bush, bugger,get back to the .22 and take a snap shot as the bunny reaches the bush, miss and he's gone,walk up the hill and look around,nothing, double bugger!
Called it a night after that as my shoulder was starting to stiffen up and it was cold.