My Father always warned us not to shoot at rabbits as it would give the dogs bad habits.
My only rabbit hunting experience was opening weekend 1972 in Southern California where the Naval Infantry provided us swabbies with a wonderful hunting preserve (aka Camp Pendleton). We were allowed eight per day but the three of us didn't want to be game hogs and only took 68. One of the guys had struck a deal with the Philippine Stewards at Miramar Naval Air Station. We took eight and sold them 60. I've always wondered if they ate the rabbits themselves or fed them to the officers.
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