Had a strange day hunting Friday. A buddy and I hit a grown-over former pasture that has been real good to us in the past. There were tracks and pills everywhere that there was some remaining snow, but we just couldn't jump one to save our life. They were sitting real tight and what few we did jump almost had to be touched. Then they proceeded to leave the country. Why run around in the brush when you can run highways, ridgelines, and housing subdivisions. One bunny even sat so tight the dogs grabbed him. Finally managed to bag four. Still beats watching TV
