Uncle Steve used to take me fishing constantly as a child. We seen a bunny down the trail near the water and he threw a rock at it so it would jump and I’d get a better view of it. Well he ended up hitting it right in the head and killed it instead. So he cleaned and skinned it and started a fire and cooked it right there on the spot. He told me it was chicken so I ate it too. I love him so much. Xoxo
