One helluva rabbit hunt

Many years back, Matt invited me out to his family farm to tromp on some brush for some bunnies. Damned if we didn't have a fantastic time and even managed to bag some cottontails, and another tradition was born.

Life bein' as it is, it's been a few years since we've been able to partake in a rabbit hunt at the farm, so we decided that come hell or high water, it needed to happen this year. So yesterday, Erik and I loaded up the truck and headed west to meet Matt.

Well, let's just say the brush has never been thicker back there, and the rabbit population is plenty healthy. In just under an hour, we had 11 rabbits anchored, just one shy of the three-man limit. A quick jaunt along the train tracks on the other side of the road finished us out. All told, we probably flushed well over two dozen rabbits in maybe two hours total of huntin'. We didn't have the benefit of a dog... just good ol' fashioned leg power and stompin' on brush and briars. That said, the pain and bleedin' in my legs is slowly startin' to subside, but it damn sure was worth it.

We put the sun to be by skinnin' rabbits and sneakin' hits from mason jars filled with apple pie moonshine that Matt whipped up. Not a bad way to spend a Saturday.

Matt, Erik and I with the day's work