Was in Kansas shooting Prairie Dogs back in the early 90's. As we were exited the farm we had been shooting on, we saw a Jack Rabbit run across in front of the truck and disappear. My two buddies and I jumped out and I un-case and load a rifle. I start walking to where we had last seen the Jack. I was about to the spot when he bolted. I threw the rifle to my shoulder only to find the scope still on 18 power. The Jack was covering ground fast and it took a bit to get him found. At the shot, the Jack went end over end and was just over 100 yards. I couldn't pull off that shot off again in a 100 tries, but on that day I cooling went and retrieved the Jack and acted like it was no big deal.
