Rabbits would be pretty well where everyone’s hunting career started.
Small game animal in vast abundance many years ago.
I remember as a 5 year old heading out with my dad, uncle and cousin, setting traps and popping off a few with the old Lithgow .22 single shot.
You would be virtually tripping over them as well walked up to check the trap.
A few years later and I was setting traps out on my own.
I would also set a few near home, a 10 minute push bike ride had me set out after school to set my traps.
I’d load up the basket on the front of mum’s bike (mine didn’t have one) and away I’d go, then the next morning she would drive me to see how I’d done.
Most times I’d get two or three from my 5-6 traps I use to set, all dressed and in the fridge before school!
Dad would also be keen to know how I had got on, always offering a tip or two as he had done his fair share of trapping and shooting over the years.
Not a great number but enough for a good feed and mum’s rabbit stew!