ba ha ha! yes - a guy gets to stomping on that bunny in a hurry when the screaming commences with neighbors around
What made it worse was I was using my bow fishing setup at the time target shooting at a tennis ball in the yard. Unbeknownst to me, Mr. Cottontail was hiding along the side of the house next to me. I came to full draw on the tennis ball just as he decided to make a break for it. Bad idea Mr. Bun-Bun.
So here I am. Dumb college kid in a rental house. Middle of the night. Shooting my bow inside city limits, with a WHO-THE-HELL-IS-PUTTING-BABIES-INTO-A-MEATGRINDER siren skewered with a length of fiberglass. And said fiberglass shaft is tied to some line. And said line is wound onto my bow. Which is held in my hands that are quickly draining of their color.
The beautiful engineering that goes into a quality bow fishing point makes it possible to shoot a fish without it getting away. This works doubly well on small fur bearing rodents. Something to considering if you're into traditional hunting in the woods. Not so much in town.
So I did the only thing I could think of doing: I tried to real the damn thing in. But I'd pinned that sucker to the ground. I could see lights from the darkened neighboring houses begin to flick on. In a panic, I ran to the open garage and grabbed the only thing I could find -- a plastic toy shovel.
How many whacks do you think it takes to kill a skewered rabbit with a small, elf-sized toy shovel? I couldn't tell you, because I broke the damn thing after 10. The rabbit wasn't dead, but it was stunned enough to stop it's whaling. So I ran back and found an actual spade to finish the deed.
Moral of the story, boys and girls: booze and bow fishing bunnies don't mix.