Thanks to Paul, Joe and Ohne. Just the break from cabin fever we needed. Good to see old friend and meet new folks. I must say though that at 5 degrees below zero to start the day, I thought the boys might decide to spend time in the clubhouse instead of the rabbit thickets. Accordingly, I dressed rather light, expecting a morning mostly indoors. Jeans, no long underwear, and a wool shirt. Shouldn't have underestimated my Wisconsin (and Illinois) bretheren. Luckily, I did throw my parka in the truck, just in case (and my snowshoes). Warm enough after moving around a little.
Amazingly, everyone in the group of 10 or so who hunted Joe's place in the morning got at least one shot at a bunny, usually running and in the brush. The one I killed offered a better opportunity than most. He sat still for a moment, and my hex head made it through.