Cottontails in front of a small pack of beagles. A Belgian Browning 20 gauge Auto Five in the crook of my arm and the anticipation of fried rabbit and gravy for dinner makes the experience complete. Squirrel hunting is a close second. Most often an old Marlin 39A with an aperture sight is my sentimental choice for prowling the hardwoods. Fried squirrel and gravy is good on the plate too.
Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.
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