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| So dere I was, huntin' dose snowshoe rabbits, right before da snows come, and dey're all camouflaged. I'm gettin' one in my sights, when I stepped on a twig an' spooked 'im. | |
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| Off 'e goes at a dead run, but I manage to hit 'im wit my .22, an' 'e goes, "yeek! yeek!" an' flops over dead. Yep, some go wit a lot o' noise, some go quietly ... | |
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