Rabbits, a pack of beagles, a 20 gauge and a kid is a good time. Brings back a lot of fond memories. My neck of the woods have changed dramatically since I was a kid. The farms, brushy woodlots, grown up fence rows have been bulldozed into swanky subdivisions. The habitat is gone. Most of those few family farms that are left are now cattle pastures. There's no habitat, food and protection from predators is hard to find for rabbits and quail.

Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.