Pete, I would tell ya but, well you know. :D
I brought my nephew this year. He is almost twelve, and this was his first real exposurer to hunting other than a few sits during gun season.
He has been shooting since August, and was excited to go. Pete did a tremendous amount with Mike and his nephew Peter. The kid would not stop talking on the way home.
Along the first drive, the hedgerow, those of us on the push were alternating back and forth into the cover. The snow drifts made walking difficult at best.
The wind was whipping, and the drifts and thick cover were kicking out butts. On a much needed break, I saw a leafy dead oak branch. I thought there may be a bunny in there, and made my way over to it.
I have a habit of looking at stuff before I kick it, and wouldnt you know it I saw an eye blink. I drew, hit anchor, and the bunny didnt stand a chance. I believe this was my fifth bunny. Fourth head shot.
of course at a range of two feet, it better be. Homer was kind enough to take this picture, after scolding me for not yelling "BUNNY" and kicking him out. LOL.