Our season went out with a bang. Well, several bangs actually. My dad got out of work at 2:30 and I met him at the house around 3PM. We hit the woods and started in around 3:30. Took us about 15 minutes to jump the first rabbit, which ran a huge circle and then ended up running the dogs onto a pretty major roadway. Crisis was averted, dogs came back, we started down a small powerline and my dad booted one out while we were walking together. We both took a shot, rabbit ended up running a bit then the dogs found it. We aren't sure who actually hit it because the grass on the line was pretty thick. The dogs picked another one up while we were cleaning the first, ran it back out the same way the first one ran out toward the road, then it cut back up into the thick stuff and ran a nice big circle. It came back to my shotgun and sat down very close to me. I aimed wide of the head and pulled the trigger. Rabbit turned around and headed back in the way it came, but I heard it stop in the stuff about 15 yards in front of me. Went over and I found him laying there. Cleaned him up and we headed down along the edge of the road. I walked the road to keep the dogs in check and we picked up our fourth rabbit of the day on the powerline. Dogs took that one for another big circle and it ended up coming back to my dad. He got it near where we originally jumped it. We moved another rabbit as I was cleaning it up and it circled almost the same path as the previous rabbit before disappearing. I'm not sure if it holed up or what happened. At that point it was getting dark so we started to head out. The dogs picked up one last rabbit and ran it until it was too dark for us to see. We called them off and called it a season. For three hours in the woods it was a great day out!
A bad day hunting rabbits beats a good day of anything else!