Every once in a while you hear someone tell a story and you think “that’s MY story…”
As an introduction, go back and see my blog on page 2 of “I double dog dare ya!”. Frank and I hunted together for several years. He had a couple of German Shorthair Pointers, Abby and crap I can’t remember. (edit: I remembered, “Buster”). Anyway, Abby always got into everything when you would let her “run”. Camp was across a large wheat field from the rancher owner’s house, and down from the large, sprawling ranch house was a smaller house, that the local game warden lived in. A bunch of the neighboring ranch owners got together and hired out Don to patrol their ranches and the roads in between. Don and his wife lived in the house with their two kids.
One night, after being out for a bit, Abby arrived at the camp house door with a “present” for us. A rabbit. A dead rabbit. And not just any rabbit, a pet rabbit. A dead pet rabbit. We only knew of one of those, it belonged to Don’s daughter. Uh oh.
We managed to get the rabbit from Abby, and took it into the kitchen. It was muddy and kinda gross. So we got out the shampoo (Head and Shoulders!) and cleaned up the rabbit. We didn’t have a hair dryer, but we did have a fan. We fluffed and buffed that rabbit until it looked great! Well, it looked a lot better anyway.
We waited until after midnight, and walked down the road, risking rattlesnakes and all other sorts of critters, and hopped the low fence into Don’s yard, and placed the rabbit back in the cage in the yard.
The next morning, we went out to hunt. We hadn’t gotten much sleep. As we returned from the River Pasture that we leased, we had to drive by Don’s place. As we went through the gate, we could see Don in the distance, looking at the rabbit cage. We looked at each other thinking “here we go…” So as we passed his house on the River Pasture road, we slowed down a bit. Then we stopped. “’Morning Don, what’s up?” So he walked over to us and said: “That’s really odd…” “What Don?” “Well, last week my daughter’s rabbit died. We gave it a funeral, and buried in the back of the yard. And now here it is, back in the cage.”
We both tried to hold it in, but it didn’t work. He looked at us, and as everyone knows, you can’t fool a game warden. He laughed his ass off at the thought of the two of us cleaning up that dead rabbit!