I remember as a boy chasing Rabbits with my brothers was a right of passage I just couldnt wait to to head to the brush tangled burms of the old railroad tracks to watch and listen as our old Basset-beagle Brownie would open up
he had a heck of a voice on him and it wouldnt be long before you would have movment and ole Brownie would be right on Mr Rabbits heels
we would only shoot just a couple enough for my mom to make a supper I remember one time asking my brother why dont we just shoot-em up he just looked at me and said why put em in the freezer when we can just get after them
and eat them fresh I grew up living between 3 sets of railroad tracks the Delaware the Lehigh valley and the NY central offering endless miles of high burms and tangle and hunting in the snow watching the chases would seem almost magical
and just like anything else time can change almost anything And now there doesnt seem to be the populations of rabbits that there once was with just about everything being posted tight
but what had me remenice was that i jumped a bunny out of a blow down tangle today and as i watched him scoot through the brush i could smell the fresh gun oil and could swear in the distance i was hearing ole Brownie open up
its a shame when i think about it because every youngster should have that kinda oppurtunity to chase rabbits and fall in love with nature the same as i did so many years ago
