Bunnies and beagles - a big part of my teen years that I miss terribly. It was what we did nearly every Saturday, fall and winter. The occasional covey of quail added to the fun.
It's been over 40 years, the guys I hunted with have passed, cottontails are scarce, quail are nonexistent, and some of the fields we hunted are now developed, but I cherish the memories of good times afield.
