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After a cold front and storms passed through the night before, a group of us tried our luck at some late February rabbit hunting. In between a wheat field and a tupelo swamp was a nice cut-down with thick brush shading three year old pines - perfect habitat for the furry critters we and a pack a beagles were after.
Since it was so wet and not wanting to rut up the landowner's farm path, we all decided to park at the road and take the long walk to the spot we wanted to give a go. The rain was gone, but puddles of water scattered the field and reflected the sky in places as the sun warmed up the windy morning.
These two youngsters had a great time hearing the dogs as they ran the game through the thick. I told both of them to stand on a log so they could see over the bush and shoot down and away from the other hunters when they saw the rabbit. Sure enough the dogs ran one straight to them and both gave the darting animal a barrel only to both fall off the log at the same time when their shotguns kicked back. After getting off of the wet ground, both decided to begin the long walk back to the truck - along with a few dogs who had enough too.
