MACS wrote:If they see me, they bolt. You'd never get a shot without lying in wait and that'd look pretty fkn weird in the suburbs.
LOL. I laid out in my garden for 2 hours in a ghillie suit and match grade air rifle to pop this freaking rabbit that was decimating our green beans. Little bastage ate an entire row right down to the deck. Cleaned the neighbors out too. The son of a beach was an educated rabbit, and bolted if he thought he heard a human. I'd been trying for awhile, but in the evening, his preferred dining hour, there are a ton of women out walking all the time. Same problem, see Man + Air Rifle, equals "GUN 911!" I don't need that drama. The popo know me but still.
So I ghillied up, flaked out between the rhubarb and asparagus patches to wait. Sure as hell Peter came hopping over. I popped that sucker, gave it a bit to let any interest from the sound die down, then scared the living **** out of my neighbor when I stood up. LOL. I didn't see him in his yard, bad angle over the fence. He hadn't seen me either. He liked to crapped his pants. Took 2 beers to calm him down.
Been easy since. All the new rabbits are dumb, and they don't get 2nd chances.