Some of my most memorable hunts were for snowshoes mid winter when I'd get 5-6 guys from work together and we'd make a day of it up north in the popple slashings. Scope sighted .22's looking for those black snowshoe eyeballs, then burgers and beer at one of the local joints. We've had a really late winter this year and I'll be bet the hares were turning white before the snow got here. That might have been taking too much of an advantage. I sure miss those days, but the wife wouldn't cook them anyway now, so what's the point?
