Great story!!!! Uncle George did much the same with me in his little camp up in forest county.
12 years old and wrapped up the season with uncle Herman and Dad. Back at Uncs house he asked how many Rabbits I shot that year and I replied none. He said let's go, that won't do. He had a Cadillac with a set of steer horns on the hood. It was dark and out threw his field we went. Me straddling the horns with the shotgun unloaded and two shells in my hands. Him driving and Dad working the spotlight. Eventually a Rabbit was seen and the deed was done.
