This post brings back memories for me. My dad had a Beagle and we went on a rabbit hunt with some of his coworkers on cape cod. I was only about 8 or 9 at the time but the guys put me in a place where I could not miss the rabbit as he came around. I was lucky enough to get my first rabbit, which also my first kill.
My dad had got an old model 24 Winchester 20 gauge and cut the stock down to fit me.
We moved shortly after that to the metro west area of Boston and had about 600 acres of hunting land behind the house. The rabbits back then were plentiful and we shot many rabbits over the years until rocky our beagle passed away.
Thanks for bringing this back.
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