He seemed to have a liking for one of the cattle grids, and he would poke his head up between the iron rails to look at the car, and duck down again as we got closer.
I got out to look in, only to find that he had started digging a burrow in there.
Yesterday evening I thought I would give him an eviction notice,,
so I drove to about 100 meters, and got out and crept to within shottie range.There was no sign of him, so I just leant up against one of the fence posts and waited.
They usually pop out of the burrow early evening, and I was sure it was gonna be like shooting fish in a barrel.
Soon it was almost too dark to see, and I was about to give up when suddenly there was movement almost right beside me.
It was Mr Cotton Tail,,, on his way back to the burrow.
He had been out all the time, and had been (I think) up the hill behind me at a dam, maybe for a drink.
He bounced right past me, and I let him go till he got to the cattle grid.
Then I served the eviction notice.
thought it was only weddings that came at the end of a shotgun but guess you have to improvise these days. Did you happen to use one of the new high tech lever action rapid loading sniper mass death shotguns or just the regular type?
