As you know the Woolshed is located deep in rural New Zealand. From time to time I do a post about rural life. Yesterday the kids got some rabbits and not wanting to waste anything – they have ended up in the pot for dinner (made a nice rabbit, sage and red wine stew) and a couple are going to be made into a Mr McGregor’s Rabbit Pie next week.
Rather appropriately it was a Friday too.
The dog knows there are some tasty guts for it.
A reward for the dogs for being so patient.
The Woolshed Wargamer 
I cannot imagine my kids killing and cleaning their own supper. My brothers kids hunt with him but I was never into the hanging out in the cold part of hunting. I preferred to wait for him to bring it home. 🙂
Did you hunt or use traps to catch the rabbits?
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They used a .177 high velocity air rifle. At 30-40m a slug will go right through a rabbit.
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Interesting to see some aspects of farm life as a city person. Much better to eat fresh instead of going to the supermarket. I also appreciate that one actually has a better idea of where meat vomes from, not just the packed boxes in the supermarket.
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Those little bastards eat our grass. Serves them right. Seriously though, they are a pest but fortunately are very tasty.
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Reminded me of coneys in the wilderness with Frodo, Sam and Smeagol! Good work Brian, those bloody rabbits are a pest here in Oz too mate. Looked like good eating though.
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I am sure Sam himself would have eaten my rabbit stew. I even had taters with it. Mashed as it happens.
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