Thread: My Hunting Diary 2013

Originally Posted by seandundee

Last night dad took us out on the bike.
We saw heaps but we didn't get the chance to shoot them.
there was one in the tree possum trapper got to shoot it he missed!
it wasn't far away ethier

This brings back memories of hunting possums with my younger brother when we were little.

He would also sometimes miss the close ones too.

Dad made a rule if you missed, then the other one got the rifle (single shot stevens .22) until he missed then it was handed back.

It wasn't long before there was tears from one or other of us because we would make sure we wouldn't miss.

Cheers
Pete