News Hound Ady & Flo

Is this some kind of a joke? The bosses go 'rabbit” hunting and come back with these. I didn't know rabbits could fly?

Our big outing of the week was down to the lakes to chase rabbits. Not surprising, with the way these two-leggers shoot, that we came back with geese.

So they nailed the odd rabbit and several wayward possums, but just as well I didn't have my rabbit recipes at the ready. You have to wonder about their sense of direction when the rabbits are running along the ground and the geese are flying overhead.

The action started when we arrived at Uncle Keith's hideaway. I was out of the truck in a flash, as usual, heading for Auntie Chris's chook run, to check out…well, the chooks! Me thinks Chris was given a little warning I was turning up this time though, as they were not free range – a little disappointing, but I can only work with what is in front of me.

Flo was more interested in the new addition to our little pack, namely another canine pup Jess, who being the same age as Flo, is going to be fun whenever we get together.

Uncle was busy getting on the water with kayak and shotgun, and heading off into the distance before the lads could rip the top off a 'woody”.

We were left to get dinner together before darkness and prepare ourselves, not only for the return of uncle, but for our venture into the undergrowth in search of any fair game (did not even have to be fair).

A kayak appeared on the beach, with geese and uncle, a successful mission to be sure, but as soon as the honkers hit the grass, Flo was nowhere to be seen.

Neither could I, because I was covered in feathers, but Flo was in a state of shock and did not want to know about the feathered beasts. No worries Flo, it is all a steep learning curve; do what you have to and I will cover your back.

After another sumptuous dinner provided by Chris and Keith – the best hosts and mates you could find – we were off into the undergrowth in the pitch dark searching for rabbits.

But apparently us charging around in the dark is not the way to hunt rabbits. So after 30 minutes of heated verbal exchanges, Flo, Jess, and I were sent back to the house to keep Chris company (and the chooks), while the boys continued their search.

All I can say from the sounds of laughter, shouting and guns going off, the area was going to be minus a few rodents. A great evening was had by all, and two tired dogs and their owners piled into the transport for a late night trip home.

I guess the moral of the story is, when rabbit hunting, don't count your chickens before a wild goose chase.

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