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1 October 2025
When I was a kid, I’d go rabbit hunting with a slingshot in the hills around San Diego. Lucky for the rabbits, I had no idea what I was doing. It was less about the hunt and more about the adventure—something I’d undertake now and then. I’d grab a canteen of water, load up on a few snacks, and make a day of it.
Fortunately, I never bagged a rabbit. If I had, I wouldn’t have known what to do with it. I’m pretty sure my mother wouldn’t have known either. Still, I can imagine the look on her face if I’d walked into the house holding a dead rabbit by its ears, saying, “Here’s dinner,” and flopped it onto the kitchen table. It would’ve been like the cat dragging a gopher into the house as a gift—which, by the way, happened more than once. There were a lot of gophers in that area.
Like I said, my mother wouldn’t have known how to prepare a rabbit—at least not one that wasn’t already skinned and cleaned. My grandmother, though? She still did things the old way. No doubt in my mind she could’ve taken that rabbit and had it fried and on the table rickety-tick.
I remember, way back when, if my grandmother was making chicken for dinner, it started with a brief but violent trip to the chicken coop. That was the way. Then came the plucking, the cleaning, the cutting. I can still recall the unique smell of the plucking process, even though I haven’t smelled it in decades. The sense of smell is one of those things that conjures memories—sharp, unexpected, and vivid.
“If you consider an unsuccessful hunt to be a waste of time, then the true meaning of the chase eludes you altogether.” — Fred Bear
“What one loves in childhood stays in their heart forever.” — Mary Jo Putney
“Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.” — Vladimir Nabokov
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