150 lbs huh...that's a medium size rabbit where I come from...
Hahahahahah, just pulling your leg. They ALL taste good. Hey, I go for tender not size...75 lb of processed tasty in my freezer is vastly better than 200 lbs of nasty, narly, hormone pumped, smelly "king of the forest", bragging rack.
Again...it's not about age or gender...that's chauvinistic...it's about the shooter and what they've been taught and how they act.
I have a neighbor about 2 miles down the road...He is buying shooters all the time...pistols, rifles, shotguns...first thing he does is come down and show off his new "toy". He's good as gold, but dangerous as a brush bull with ANY shooter...or just about ANY mechanical device for that matter and DON'T get around him when he's waving his chain saw around. He's already shot another neighbor in the hand accidently...he's a very poor shot, jerks the trigger, shuts his eyes and all the rest.
I've been trying to teach him to shoot for 12 years...it all goes in one ear and out the other. Everyone in the area knows him as he is also the local town crier, running from one place to another spreading the news. Every year he shows up for some hunt. He always hits an animal at least somewhere, but someone else has to nail it...while he is reloading usually.
No one wants to run him off completely because he has the knack of showing up when you need an extra hand and jumps right in.
Problem is, every one knows and someone always runs their mouth with comments like "stand back, here he comes", "good god look what he's carrying", "need some help pointing that thing" and much worse etc. He's the nervous type, jumpy and skittish, and the comments DON'T help.
He has a CCW and always has something in his pocket, but doesn't have sense enough to leave it in his vehicle when he gets an invite to a BBQ or gathering. One wife got wind of his packing at a birthday BBQ, came out with a shotgun and run him off....He was not so politely told not to come back by the wife and most of the rest of the men let him know to not drive up to their houses unless he left his toys at the gate.
Again...it ain't the caliber of the gun, it's the caliber of the shooter and I'm not talking about how tall they are or if they squat to tinkle.
Luck
