Silly wabbits

When you think of a rabbit, what do you think of? For me it is the pesky little ones that are always eating my strawberry crop in the summer. When one of my hunting buddies think of them however, he thinks about the type that when you hold them by their front legs, go from your waist to the ground and weight upward of ten pounds. Those rabbits, of hares if you want to be completely correct, are what people hunt in NE. They are exactly the same color of snow, so are almost impossible to see. Luckily, when I went out with my friend, he had a dog. It a characteristic that hare will run in a circle when chased, so after the dog would get on one's trail, all we had to do was figure out where it was going to circle back to and look for a ghost. The first rabbit I couldn't even see and my friend got the shot, but by the second, I had a better handle on it. By sundown, when we left the woods, with slightly frostnipped feet, sore legs, three rabbits, and a big smile, I was glad of the chance to escape the cycle of work and school for the excitement of the hunt.