Finally started snowing last night. Have about 4 inches on the ground and drifted to knee deep in places. My Youngest (Damon) and I had a hot breakfast and then got Ann (our Beagle) loaded in the truck and headed out. My Wife (Cindy) wanted to know what we were probably going to bring back and I said "Wet Clothes". Little did I know that I was right.
Anyway as luck would have it our favorite Bunny spot had been invaded by other hunters with dogs and guns. We waited and watched while they headed down a fence row and then turned East. We followed up and then turned West figuring that we would stay out of each others way. As we headed West up a timber draw I did hear one of the hunters say that "what do they think they will get with those bows".
As time went by and the snow kept coming down we weren't having any luck digging bunnies out of there burrows. Ann did try to get some out of a burrow under a fallen tree but to no avail. All she could do is stick her head in the hole and beller at them. I guess they were smarter than us. After a couple hours of this we decided that we weren't going to do any good.
Taking a breather while Ann kept hunting Damon made a Adominable Snow Rabbit. We backed off about 15 yards and killed it good. Blunt after Blunt whittled away at the dangerous critter until I finally put one thru its chest. Damon zoned in and his last shot took its head off. Now that are thirst for the kill was past we decided to head back to a warm truck and head home for some homemade chili. As we reached the truck we met up with the other hunters and I asked them how they had done. "Never even seen a rabbit" they said. Little did they know that we had had a great time.
Moral of story is hunting is what you make it even if you go home with wet clothes.