Got tired of chopping firewood yesterday, so I got out Mr. Winchester 9410 and tromped the bushes looking for white bunnies in a brown environment. I jumped a dozen or so, getting shots off on 4 fuzzballs. I also got lucky enough to drop 3 spruce grouse, one of which died on the pine bow about 15' up, sending my tree climbing butt up the trunk.
Got home and had my boy help me clean them, boiled them, breaded them, and fried them. Kiddo's cleaned them up.
My boy's buddy was at the house and he got an eyefull as he watched and eventually helped clean the birds and bunnies; seems his folks don't do such barbaric food gathering. He stayed for dinner and got a real education - and cleaned his plate.
Firewood cutting, and hunting, I love AK!