Monday, September 14, 2009

Choose Your Hunting Dog Wisely

Many of our neighbors loved to hunt. Our neighbor had an old junker in the back corner of a field where he and his son would sit and wait for innocent bunnies to pass by. We didn't have many deer in the area so a lot of farmers headed to Michigan and Wisconsin for the hunting season.

I only remember Dad going hunting twice. Now before I get too far into this story, I must relate that my father gave me the gift of loving nature, protecting plants and wildlife and never taking for granted the awe and beauty. So here was a man picking up a gun to go kill one of those soft little bunnies similar to those I had seen covered with fur in a nest. A bit much for a little girl.

And, it wasn't as though we needed food on the table (or at least rabbit). My sisters and I raised rabbits. (There is another story here, but I'll save it for later.) The rabbit hutches were along the side of the chicken pen. In retrospect, I guess it was the killing field. My point here is that I couldn't get past the loving of little bunnies to understanding the sport in killing one.

So, back to my story, Dad decided to let me go along on one of his local hunting trips. He searched for bunnies; I walked a little behind him talking a mile a minute and tromping as loudly as I could. Thus Dad came home empty handed, but we had a great father/daughter walk. Hm. He was a little grumpy.

Animal killing trip two. Dad and his faithful cocker spaniel, Whitey, were up early and off to hunt the cottontailed beasts. I knew that if Whitey saw a rabbit, he would take off after it. Obviously, Dad didn't expect much action. A harmless bunny was taking it's morning hop when along came the deadly duo. Whitey was soooooo excited that he immediately had a heart attack. Thus Dad came home empty handed. Oh, wait. Dad came home carrying the dog. Whitey had a heart condition, so it was no shock. And, he survived.

Poor Dad. He didn't have boys to join him in the hunt and had the unfortunate luck to have a dog with a weak heart. Personally, I think God answered the prayers of a little girl. God save the bunnies.

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