So here we go, last night p.a.s took me lamping – again! Those of you who may have read my post on Wednesday will know the first outing was pretty uneventful – no fault of p.a.s, more the fact that I was so keen to get out I didn’t care if the moon was full and not a cloud in the sky!
So, we arrange to go out again, the forecast for Saturday night is thick low cloud, great. As with all good forecasts the thick low cloud turned out to be a few small wisps of cloud drifting past a bold as brass full moon – I’m beginning to think this moon has got it in for me!? Undeterred p.a.s say’s we’ll give it go and to add to my excitement (sad I know) we’re taking the .22 rimmy, ‘should improve our chances’.
A few shots at a target with the gun just to get a feel and then off for wonder. Not many bunnies about, until we spot one sat at about 60 yards, I bring the rifle up to my shoulder, line up the cross hairs, nervously squeeze the trigger and thud, I fluff the shot and Mr bunny casually hops into the hedgerow – ******!
Ney matter, we press on. We walk about 30 yards and lamp up again, a rabbit! This time I don’t fluff the shot, o.k. it’s a body shot and not ideal, but it does the job.
Armed with our quarry in the game bag we retreat back to the disco and move on to the next permission. Nothing doing, I don’t think the fact that we we’re followed round most of a paddock by 6 stupid horses who seem to think two men in camo with a gun at 1 o’clock in the morning have popped in to pay them a social visit.
We call it a night; p.a.s shows me how to paunch and skin my kill – very quick, very clean and we head home.
My thanks and respect again to p.a.s for being ***** to take people like me out and share some of his wisdom (yeah, I’m sure there was some in there somewhere, lol) with me.
Thanks for taking the time to read this, I know lamping may be something you guys do every day (or should that be night) but to me it’s a big deal to have the opportunity.
Right, I’m off now to find a recipe for my bunny.
