I’ve got yard rabbits. Like, rabbits that I let loose in 2014, expecting they’d be eaten by the fox during the night. They’ve been here ever since. Many rabbit folk say that a domestic rabbit can’t live on forage alone. They’re wrong. The two girls in my yard have done just fine. In fact, they’re fat with hardly any help from me.
I caught one last year in a live trap and bred her to a buck. Just to see if it worked. It did. A month later, I saw her pull fur. Four weeks after that, I saw pea-sized bunny babies skittering out from under my shed. There were seven in all. All but one were killed by predators. The last one we figured was a buck, due to the way he was built. We called him Thunder.
Thunder was about a year old. Rabbits can breed at 4 months (that’s pushing it a bit), but we’d seen no action between he and the girls until recently. When he did mount them, they kicked him off.
Apparently, he closed the deal with one of the does, though. I caught her pulling fur and stashing it under the deck the other day. Being that we’re selling the house, that isn’t ideal.
I went to Sportsman’s Warehouse to pick up some .22 shorts. I usually buy CCI shorts and look for something in the neighborhood of 710 fps. I know those rounds are quiet and I can do basic jobs without being heard around the house. They were out of CCIs. All they had were these.
None of the boxes listed feet per second. Based on grains, I thought I’d be be okay with the 20 grain rounds, but the sales guy pushed me to buy the subsonics. I grabbed the Super Extra Shorts figuring they’d be pretty close to the 20 grains and pack a little more punch at 29 grains.
When I got home, Thunder was out in the yard. I got the kids’ bolt action Davey Crickett .22 and nailed him in the head with a 20 grain. It was over long before he knew what was happening. I looked him over. He was very healthy. He had never spent a day in a cage and I’d fed him vegetable scraps at most. He was a self-made bunny. He was as big as my cage raised rabbits, if not larger.
Afterwards, I decided to try the Super Extra Shorts, thinking they would be similar to the 20 grains. Man, was I wrong. I stood in the dining room and fired out the back door and the gun made quite a *crack*. I laughed and slid the door shut quickly and my wife scolded me for a moment. I’m certainly glad I didn’t try the subsonics. The .20 grains will do for now. Though at $5.00 a box, they’re a little cost prohibitive.
I didn’t worry about the cops showing up. I learned that lesson through my dad. He came to visit a few years back and was working on my black powder rifle on the back deck. He got something stuck somewhere and ended up firing off a shot in the back yard with no lead. It was pretty loud. I freaked out, but the old man just stood out there, still working on the gun. Nobody came. Mind you, my neighbors are probably 150 feet away. I asked what he was going to do when the cops came and he said he would tell them exactly what happened and ask them if they wanted to fire off a shot. By that age, he was at the point where he didn’t give a crap. Now I understand why.
Pax Domini Sit Semper Vobiscum,
Mike, Oscar, Hotel….out.