Kagas Katne-- lovely little knife for rabbit hunting..

Kismet

Kismet

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Well, ok...maybe you don't even need a knife to skin and dress out a rabbit, but should you choose to use one...the little "paper cutter" is neat.

The only season open in Wisconsin now is rabbit. The Not-right Dog and I went out with a single-shot 20 guage--mostly for the walk. That is, I stumbled through the snow, and the Not-right Dog BOUNDED, implying (as he does in ANY weather) "It's PERFECT weather to hunt !!!"

Half-way down the drive, it occured to me I hadn't brought a knife...so I marched back up and grabbed the nearest, which happened to be the paper cutter.

Long story shortened, a rabbit inadvertently ran into a place I shot at, and I had a chance to use the little blade.

Worked a charm. I snap leg-bones and then cut through the tendons. This was effortless. Maybe a larger handle would have been nice in the cold, but...it still tickles me that I'm using this little piece of craftsmanship from half-way around the world.

Rabbit is in the pressure cooker as I type.

Thanks to the kami, or apprentice, or whomever. You gave me a grin today.
 
Nice story, Kis. :cool:

Can't say that I have used a K for skinning but I have whacked off some paws and heads of squirrels while cleaning them. A khukuri makes a nice cleaver.
 
I liked the part where the rabbit happened to be in the spot Kis was shooting at.:D
Years ago when I lived in the country, and could pee in my front yard, on the other side of Choteau a very small town east of here, I spent my weekends in the acres of woods and fields behind my place.
I shot lots of squirells and could hear but never see the rabbits getting up out in front of me so I knew they were there. Then we had a super snow one winter and I got to spend several days at home because I couldn't get to work.
One of those days I took my Mossberg bolt action without the magazine and went rabbit hunting.
Didn't see a thing until I had to pee. Fortuantely I set the gun down next to me where it was handy and as I was taking care of business a rabbit came hopping out in plain sight, shot it. Then before I could put things away another one came out, shot it too. And then again before I could get things squared away another one, shot it too.:) Got three rabbits standing quietly in one place. Put things away, picked up my gun, the rabbits, and headed home.
A successful and satisfying days hunt and I had enough as the Great Mystery provides.:D
Most of the best days I've ever had was in the woods and fields with or without my gun.:)

I could of sure used a khuk on the squirells. Dey got tough little legs.
 
Dadgum Raggy, my ribs hurt after that one. Uh, Yvsa, just curious, was them bunnies male or female? The former may have thought they'd discovered some new "root vegetable", the latter may have had something else in mind.

Sarge

oh I know I'm gonna pay for this one
 
Guys it was winter, remember(?) and cold. I'm sure there wasn't enough pokin out to see.:rolleyes:
It's a wonder I didn't have to squat to pee but then that would have meant disrobing in the snow and I had enough of that kind of cold when I was a kid and there weren't any indoor plumbing.:rolleyes: :p
We're not even gonna talk about the situation these days but I would maybe buy some Depends(r) to wear to solve the short problem now.:D
 
The only deer I've taken with a handgun was after I'd given up for the day, rose stiff and sore, and while peeing noticed a doe looking at me.

I was near a highway, and though it was getting dim, I didn't want the hunter orange on while I peed. So I'd trotted off twenty yards down a trail, thrown the orange stuff on a bush, and jogged back. I figured the motorists eyes would be naturally drawn to the hunter's orange clothing I'd left behind and I could relax unseen. I finished, yawned, looked up and there was a deer watching me.

I hadn't expected a deer there. She was uphill, above the swampy place I'd picked and on a farmers field. To get her I had to shoot through one of the small squares of a chain link fence about 6 feet in front. She was about 35 yards away. The little square didn't give me much room for a mistake. I broke her back. The hornady 210 41 did that, part of a liver, and several ribs before exiting to who knows where.

The Farmer had claimed no one could get a whitetail with a handgun so I was very pleased. "Well hell," he said, "I didn't know you were going to hidee hole away and wait for one."



munk
 
Kis?

:D


Great lil' story. gotta love those KKs.

Good for everything!
 
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