Hunting with a Legend: Daddy Rabbit
- by Sally McGehee (oakhill)
Need to start at the beginning....
A guy was suppose to pick up a pup that I brought down at Daddy Rabbit's house at 6:30 in
the morning. We were gonna leave out hunting right after he picked up the pup. Welllll, while
SB and I were snug in our beds back at the motel, this guy shows up at Daddy Rabbits at
3:30 in the morning. Now being the southern gentleman that Daddy Rabbit is, he tells the guy
to come on in and he puts a pot of coffee on and they talk dogs until we get there. Needless
to say, I believe Mrs. Daddy Rabbit was trying to sleep thru all of this. If I had know what had
happened I would have thrown my hat in the door before I entered that morn because I
believe Mrs. Dr was looking for a gun to load my behind with buckshot. We had a good laugh
listening to the story anyway and it was a pleasure to meet the Preacher who came to pick up
After we loaded the dogs, Daddy Rabbit treated us to country ham, biscuits, gravy, sausage,
and eggs which he prepared himself by way of paying the local diner lady. Man, it was goood.
So many fat grams all I could think of was hitting the tailgate instead of the briars.
After driving umpteen miles with many of them sliding our way back some logging roads, we
reached our destination. Man, was it loaded with rabbits. I have never SEEN that many rabbits
in Georgia at one time. Most usually the rabbits stay in the thick stuff and I just assume the
hounds are running them. I saw rabbits everywhere. The first pack we put down was mine
and SB's hounds. Five of my blueticks, one of her blueticks and a little red and white female
named Whiskey. It took us a few minutes to get the hounds settled in but once they did the
rabbit race was on. And on and on and on.....
Now for my story about the gun........ DR told me if I was gonna hunt with them I had to bring a
.410 as he doesn't allow anything else to be shot over his hounds. So I got to digging back in
the gun safe and found the little .410 I bought for my son when he was about 5 yrs old (he is
32 now). This is a little H and R single shot full choke which he used to shoot squirrels. I do
believe those rabbits had me pegged for an easy getaway cause every time the rabbit
crossed the power line it was right under my feet. I swear I saw one rabbit stick his tongue
out at me as he flew by. Well, after 4 shots and the rabbit kept going I thought to h*## with this
and threw the gun in the creek.
Well, not really but it was a thought. I just stood it up by a tree and picked it up on the way
home. Now they can kid me all they want but I got more rabbits on film than they did on the
tailgate and I can enjoy them for along time while theirs will compost.
After a wonderful lunch of Arbys roast beef and cheddar, chips and apple fritters provide by
our new found friend Doc we put the red hounds on the ground. Now these hounds had
been in the box all morning running the rabbits with our hounds from a distance. The temp
was well up into the 70's and they were hotter than a firecracker. Heck, I was in season
shock. My body said it was winter and the air said it was spring. I started out with plenty of
clothes on and by the time we got ready to go home I had to walk around and figure out what
bush I had left my clothes hanging on plus get my gun which I left down by the creek.
Anyway, the hounds got down and instead of cooling off they hit the briars running. They
found a few mud puddles to cool off in and away we went. That red pack smoked those
rabbits and if they'd had any kind of help we woulda had a tailgate full of rabbits. That one
rabbit that Doc shot at was a 5 shell rabbit. They were moving on....and need I point out here
again that my gun was down by the creek ...... SB, Doc, and Daddy Rabbit was making Mr.
Winchester a happy man that afternoon. If we had done the percentages I wouldn't have
looked as bad as I did.
I really wasn't that tired when we finished up. I have this bad back and if I sit down it relieves
the pressure on my vertebrate and then I am ready to go again. That's my excuse anyway.
We had 6 rabbits on the tailgate, the hounds had some great runs, and the fellowship was
the best you could ask for. What else could a rabbit hunter ask for????
Now, this is the most important part....FOOD..... After we got home, took care of the hounds,
and got cleaned up, the saint of all saints, Mrs. Daddy Rabbit, had a feast prepared that you
would not believe!!!! Daddy Rabbit had been telling me all day that his wife made the best
biscuits in the south and I can sure vouch for that as they melted in your mouth. All I needed
was some molasses and I would have been in heaven. We had fried vension, mac and
cheese, turnips, salmon patties, stewed 'maters, butter beans, biscuits, cornbread,
homemade pickles,and cherry cheesecake. Makes ya wanna howl, don't it??? I probably left
something out cause that table was full. I will be eternally grateful, Mrs. Daddy Rabbit!
Now as an off note, we got to see Daddy Rabbit's pet deer that was grown. That deer stayed
around Daddy Rabbit's house and sometimes in the training pen. Now if you can picture
this grown man calling this deer (by the way, the deer's name is Kitty Kitty Sunshine). He
was yelling, "here kitty kittyyyyy, here kitty kittyyyyyyy" and the deer would come running. I
thought I was gonna fall down laughing. We put my hounds in the pen and if they went up to
the deer she would put a whooping on them that made them take off back to me and hide
behind me. I am only sorry I did not get any video of this as it was the funniest sight I have
seen in a long time (besides Daddy Rabbit calling that deer Kitty Kitty).
I am sure there is more and maybe some of the others will add to it but this is MY story and I
am sticking to it!!!
Thank you, Daddy Rabbit, Mrs. Daddy Rabbit, and Doc for such wonderful hospitality and for
making our trip so memorable!!!