Last night i shot my first wabbit, yesterday my big brother let me shoot some targets with grandads slug gun and i did very well, i shot right handed with a strong left eye, untill dad picked this up and got me shooting left handed. Dad also promised to take me wabbit shooting when we visited grandad in the Wairarapa, so last night he did, i followed him around and watched him miss a magpie, then we saw a cat but didnt shoot it in case it was the neighbours, it also scared the only wabbit away that we saw, but then another wabbit popped out from under the fence line, dad said sneak quietly right behind him so i did the wabbit knew we were there and hopped back over to the fence line but thought it was safe and out of range from the slug gun, it didnt know we had dads .22, dad put the rifle down on a turn style and said line it up just like you did with the slug gun, i was very steady and pulled the trigger, the wabbit jumped striaght up in the air and dropped on the spot, i had a big grin on my face but dads was bigger, we took the wabbit back to the house and no one beleved i shot it, but dad and i know, it was a head shot too so dad skinned and gutted it and now it is in the slow cooker for dinner
Here is my first ever shot with a .22, and the rifle with the 10 pound steel suppresser is bigger than me
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