My brother & I hunted at Stewart yesterday and never saw a bunny nor a track. Since the roads were still open (until Dec 31) we drove my little Jeep to many locations and brushed out a lot of areas. Just the two of us - no dog - no results.
We lamented as we recalled hunting so many times in the 60s & 70s and never went home without something. Nowadays, we only come home with clean guns :>(
We both grew up with small game hunting as our first loves. We think we probably lived through the premier years long ago. Our sons tried small game with us but not even getting a shot after going out a few times discouraged them. Gone are the days when fathers returned home from the wars, were not afraid of guns and headed out to the woods with their sons to indoctrinate them into hunting. We will be eternally grateful to our father. I know he's hunting those bunnies in heaven. Save some for us Dad.
