I was quail hunting in se NE, down near Republican. Anyway, the farmer had removed a hedgerow over a mile long. He pushed it into a mile long windrow with a dozer.
You make a mile long brush pile in southern Nebraska, and you'll have cottontails like you've never seen. It reminded me of those rabbit roundups the Aussies are famous for. Probably could have scooped them up with an endloader. You couldn't carry enough shells. We needed a bearer for the carcuses.
Well, my old friend Eddie (long deceased unfortunately) had a beagle that actually handled. He sure loved that dog. He set Annie off into that pile, and I don't know what her bawling was saying to the rabbits, but they boiled out of that pile like maggots. They crawled out the top, the sides, under each other, over each other, literally hundreds, if not thousands. A regular rabbit scrum. She burrowed and climbed around in that brush squawking and squeeling, and it was all we could do to get her back out. I've been hunting rabbits nie on fifty years, and I've never seen as many ever, except on tv.
And I've never seen a happier beagle either.
