Well, the morning of opening day I was preoccupied with a high school football game and wasn't able to get out until the evening.
Rabbits were abundant, and gave the dogs a workout as expected.
Still green brush spared a few rabbits, but one came into range in a small clearing.
With the dogs closing in on him, he was putting on the speed, he hit the edge of the clearing and didn't miss a beat. I raised up and fired just as he juked right, I cycled another shell & touched-off another round as he catapulted over a small log. In disbelief I quickly fired another shot as I vividly recall the rabbit tucking his head in close to his body, and disappearing into the brush.
The dogs keep coming... I pickup my spent hulls inspecting them to see if I somehow grabbed the wrong ones, and the dogs shutup just inside the brush.
Great, he made it to a hole I thought... wait a second... the dogs aren't moving on GPS.
I yell for Trigger to "bring it here" and out he trotts proud as can be of his prize.
Just 1 but a great day afield.
Without the dogs I doubt I would have recovered the rabbit.
From tailgate to table:
Can't wait till next time!!!
Thanks for reading!