Dogs lead men on rabbit tracks.
What a luscious scent I found.
Spoor is stronger have to hurry.
Bunny here ate lilly corn.
Gonna get it have to tear.
Both adrenalins are peaking.
I get to make my hound-found-sound.
I found the hare, he's here it's true.
Aroooooh it's Snoop, Aroooooh look see.
Damn it's good to be alive.
Dreams of rabbits dance in my head.
This past weekend I had the priviledge of going on a rabbit hunt with Otto, Dr. Jones, and the rest of the rabbit hunting crew. I wasn't thrilled about getting up early on Saturday morning, but Hart pulled me out of bed and assured me I'd have fun. At first I was really cold, but once I warmed up and got the right kind of boots on my feet, I had so much fun! Now I see why these guys live for rabbit hunting this time of year. I didn't shoot any rabbits, but I think they got 5. I thought my gun was loaded (Hart told me it was), but when a rabbit ran towards me and decided to sit in front of me, I attempted to shoot him twice only to figure out my gun wasn't loaded after all. Oh Well! I probably would have missed anyway. I think Richard ended up getting him a few minutes later. I think I may have to go again if Hart doesn't mind me intruding on his guy time. I'll be sure to wear the correct kind of pants since I ruined a good pair of jeans this time!