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A hunting story
Ricci Wright
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I listen to talk show host Rick Rodgers on WBAP radio Dallas when I can and last night he related a story of how he grew up hunting with his Grandfather who was self-employed and had a bunch of guns and really enjoyed hunting with his little Grandson. Rick said it was toward the end of the day and they hadn?t seen any squirrels or rabbits,he was 10 years old and carrying his little .22 rifle when he spotted an opossum on a tree limb and called to his Pappa to look at the opossum. The old man took careful aim and killed the opossum where upon Rick started toward the dead opossum but noticed his Grandfather was going in the opposite direction toward the truck. ?Pappa where are you going? Aren?t you gonna get the opossum?? The old man replied that he didn?t want a opossum. Little Rick asked, ?Pappa if you didn?t want it then why did you kill it?? He said he and the old man stared at each other for several seconds and without a word the old man turned and started for his truck . Rick said they never spoke about it again.
Skip ahead a couple of decades, the old man is gone and Rick is talking to his Grandmother, the old man?s wife. Granny asks Rick if he remembers when his Grandfather shot the opossum. Rick replies, ?Yes like it was yesterday?. His Grandmother told him his Grandfather never hunted again after that day.
I guess the old man felt he had committed a sin in front of a small boy that he loved and felt responsible for.
Skip ahead a couple of decades, the old man is gone and Rick is talking to his Grandmother, the old man?s wife. Granny asks Rick if he remembers when his Grandfather shot the opossum. Rick replies, ?Yes like it was yesterday?. His Grandmother told him his Grandfather never hunted again after that day.
I guess the old man felt he had committed a sin in front of a small boy that he loved and felt responsible for.
Comments
When I was a kid, about 10 or 11 I had a bb gun. I went out and shot a bunch of little song birds.
Well when my Dad got home and found out he made me breast them out and I had to eat them.
I learned my lesson.
Fast forward 45 years and I am teaching my Nephews to shoot in the woods behind the house. They want to shoot a squirrel. I told them fine but they were going to eat it. They passed on the chance for a nice squirrel dinner. I told them you do not shoot anything you are not going to eat unless its a varmint.
Waste not want not.
A Member here generously took me in at age 56 or so, and Helped Me learn on His Land.
I would put Opossums in Varmint/Disease Vector Category, and have no problem shooting them, along with Rats, Feral Cats, Raccoons, and Coyotes and leaving same to nutrify Trees and Wildlife.
Don't believe the story, a fairy tale made up by libtards.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Think I'd got along with the man in the story just fine.
we did run a small herd of deer out, 7-8 deer right up past him, he shot 7 times, we figured he had deer laying all over the head of the hollow, by the time we got there he was walking back to the cabin, rifle and chair in hand. He had missed all 7 shots and the deer had cam within 15 yards of him. He never hunted again. looking back it is sad to think about, but he was afraid if he couldn't hit a deer he may miss and shoot one of us someday, as he hadn't seen the deer till they were right on top of him. but he knew his limits and figured better safe than sorry. I hope I have the sense to do the same when the time comes......