In my life those kind of memories often come back as remembrances of "the graveyard covey". So often an old, overgrown graveyard would be part of the cover for a covey of 'buhds", bobwhites. There would so very often also be a single rabbit in the nearby vicinity.

Grandad quipped that the luckiest charm you could carry in your pants pocket was the left hind foot of a graveyard rabbit.

May God bless America and those who defend her.