All this talk about rabbits made me think of my old GSP Amy.
Try as I might I could not keep her from pointing rabbits.
She would not chase, just point. I always knew she was pointing a rabbit 'cause she would roll her eyes up and look at me when I approached her knowing full well she was going to get a scolding.
One crisp morning I was hunting an area with a lot of snow cover on the ground. Amy was quartering back and forth and for some reason ran out in the middle of a snow covered wheat field and went on point. It was as bare as a pool table where she was pointing, nothing but frozen over snow. I trudged out to where she was, tried to find something that would indicate scent...nothing. About the time I started to lose my patience a rabbit exploded out of the snow like it was shot out of cannon and ran across the field. Amy jumped straight in the air but didn't give chase. I just tried to keep the tears that were running down my cheeks from freezing!!! She didn't point any more rabbits that day, but thirty minutes later we had a limit of Bobwhites taken from one of the largest coveys I have ever seen.
Sorry to ramble, but that was a great day!
