Hello, One of my friends had a relative with some property out near Lake Elsinore in So Cal. He asked me if I wanted to go hunting. I said no. I did not want to shoot a big rifle with a scope and hit something. It was not fair. But, he knew my idea, so, he said the hunting we would do would use whatever we brought. No big guns or rifles, especially with a scope. The property was big, but not that big. For him, he had a very small single barrel shotgun that his dad had modified and did not shoot the normal 12 gauge shells. He said his dad would be fine if I wanted to shoot his rifle, too. He brought his own shells as we were walking around this private property. What did I bring? My brother and I had started shooting with bow and arrows in our long backyard. I had an old wooden bow and he had a modern, at the time, fibergl*** bow. We used the same arrows in our own backyard area. Our property was long enough to have a full length extra garage area after we modified it to use with our hot rod builds. Now, it was set up with a target and from our back porch, a good distance away. The backyard property fence was 8 feet tall and made of cement blocks. When we were shooting our bow and arrow outfits for compe***ion between two brothers, he always won due to his earlier skill in shooting arrows. All I got was a reddish set of fingers from the string pull and twang. Then the tall 8 foot wall and tall bush was a perfect background to keep the errant arrows in our yard. They never went over the tall fence or bushes. Jnaki So, on this adventure, we walked around looking for what? Fast jackrabbits or wayward ranch chickens? Ha! At least we brought a nice lunch and cold drinks. Yum! The first thing we saw was a jackrabbit down the rows of the plowed fields. So, my friend blasted his rifle and a puff of dirt jumped up and the rabbit ran away. The next row, I saw another rabbit and tried to shoot it with my bow and arrow. We had to get closer and as the string was pulled back, ready to shoot, it missed the rabbit by a foot or two. He also scampered into the rows for escape. After spending countless hot, walking around hours looking for “big game,” (ha!) we called it quits and thanked our hosts. We took off for the Long Beach journey up the coast after the big curvy road from Lake Elsinore area to the freeway. It was our old, surf road trip “return to Long Beach” path and it was a great long distance drive for a couple of “big game hunters.!!!” YRMV
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