Lucky Number Three

Spring, summer and fall are all wonderful seasons in their own way, but boy oh boy, when winter rolls around, the cottontails are guaranteed to be runnin'.

It was a crisp windy morning as the hunters stopped their mud splattered pickup truck off the beaten path, ready for a day's hunt. They dropped the tailgate, and the hounds hit the ground running just as if they had never stopped from the last year's hunt. After several minutes of pressing through large matted clods of grass, the dogs found a scent of a long eared animal with two big hind feet. A shot was fired, which put a short end to the rabbit.

After a spell of discussion about where to go next, the hunters concluded to hunt the narrow strips of brush against a partly harvested cornfield which would be the most productive. Faster than you can say, "Bouncin' Bunnies", the melody of the beagles was in full swing just as a good beagle should do. The hard pursued rabbit came around (as usual), and a quick gunslinger "let it fly" as the cottontail ran its last.

As the day wound down, there was still time for one more bunny to be chased. With much hard work (on the dog's part of course), the quarry was spotted in a clearing. "Kazz--ing!" went a .22 rifle, and the dogs got their prize.

With a sigh of satisfaction, the hunters headed home. The beagles were worn and tired from the day's hunt, but had a half smile of glee.