Some strange tales, almost unbelievable unless you've been there before. Think I may have seen tears in the eyes of some grown men. I know for certain I heard some men screaming as though they were girls.

       Any screaming you fellas thought you heard coming from me was a rabbit call and not because of the thorns that left me pant less by days end.  

Last bunny of the day and my girlfriend's first bow kill! About 10 seconds before a barrage of arrows were launched at him I had actually tackled the poor doomed bunny. Larry connected with a leg shot and then Val anchored him with a shot to the spine.

As usual some great memories were made and although it was a brutal hunt due to the amount of snow, it was a blast. A big thanks to Shawn and Cindy for their hospitality, and thanks to all who braved the snow to raise some money for the kids.

BeforeI I start my BSing and lies Id like to give a big thanks Terry for letting us keep the thread going here, means a lot pal.

       As always an awesome time with awesome folks who I wish all live just up the road but only get to see once in a while.

       This year was tough but some of us connected on bunnies. Some by hand some by arrow and some used their bow without arrows.  

   Here we are starting out. Much tougher conditions than the pictures portray. Some drifts along the field edges were hip deep, for real!!!

 These little fellas (Ishiwannabes) son and nephew were hard charging hunting fools. Unbelievable drive in these two cats. They hunted from beginning to end and seemed to relish it all.

Just the other side of this bush are three grown men. This was the more open country. The rest was so thick it was more of an act of self destruction to hunt through it. Shawn, David , Kevin , Jamie and Charlie were in the thick with me, sometimes at a few feet away and all i could do was hear them but not see em.

Well... It looks like I "Danced" up a storm!!!!! LMAO

Looks like you folks had a GREAT TIME!!!!! Wish we could have been there.....

Hope strikes one Rabit one Arrow congratulations to all those who got rabbets sorry couldn't be there for the whole weekend but had a blast today  

First bunny down was by killed by Shawn as he and I were driving to the kids and other watchers on the school house push. About a 15 yard sitting bunny that thought he had a good hiding place among the roses.

Within minutes of that I found a good looking rose bush turned igloo by the snow with a lot of wabbit tracks leading to and from it. A few jumps on it and a big ol buck rabbit came charging out but ducked back in when he saw me. I was persistent and finally busted him out. As he was running at about 15 yards out back and left of me I swung on him and shot him with an ash arrow. Bunny number 3 for me with that arrow but it is now lost to the roses.   :mad:

Here is my bunny with my official game bearers. Gotta love it when your not wearing a game vest.    

Great times.  My hips were in agony by mid-day but I wasn't going to let youngsters and girls both outshoot AND out pace me!  

 

 

 

Like the Klondike Trail or the march back from Cho Sin Reservior.

 

Shawn would place us in tangles so thick the rabbits avoided them and yell "Spread out you pansys" . . . or other less floral things.  

That's man's a human flail mower.

Great picture Izzy wish I could've been there for you guys on Saturday good to see the boys are both adit with you

With all the kids hunting I was happy to hear all the high-pitched screaming and shreaking . . . until I realized that was Izzy.        He says it was the rabbit - but that bunny had passed on earlier.      

Here's Charlie Janssen on watch - and I think we might have found one of your arrows this morning.  

   

   

   

If you look close at this picture you can see torn flesh and yet smiles.  

Obviously shock from fatigue and blood loss.  There were some calories burned and severe brush busted.
     

A first for me - I had stomped my way into a big honeysuckle bush (which takes some effort even without two feet of snow) and Mike said "he's right under your feet!  All I saw was snow, but I un-nocked my arrow and holding it I poked the only spot a bunny could be - and the bunny took off (to be rolled four feet later).  I took coup on a bunny!  Or maybe "catch-and-release"?

We were having to drag the bunnies out of their snow tunnels.  They'd hold until you stepped on them.

My bunk mate.  A little young and obviously traumatized by my heavy petting actions during the night.  Sorry Shawn - suggest you get Maybe in for some counseling right away.  

     


Good food.  Great company. 17 feet of snow up hill in every direction and worth every minute.  Thanks Shawn!!!

     
     

And it was great to meet another group of new friends from TradGang and re-connect with some of the crew I knew.

I just got home......Tom it was the toughest hunt at Shawn's I have ever been on......deep, hard snow with bunnies burrowed deep and holding tight.....I'll get a couple of pics and stories up later.


David

And a special thanks to Cindy for letting a mob of messy bowhunters invade her home.  The coffee and ibuprofen was MUCH appreciated.

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Originally posted by Stumpkiller:
With all the kids hunting I was happy to hear all the high-pitched screaming and shreaking . . . until I realized that was Izzy.