I’d finished hunting. It was late in the morning, nearly afternoon. Heard a high pitched squealing coming from the base of a tree with brush around it in the edge of a food plot. I go to investigate and find a snake in a rabbit nest. It had a baby rabbit in its mouth. I killed the snake and put the little bunny back in its nest. I still killed snakes back then. I’d prolly let nature take its course nowadays. Snake got to eat too.


“Killing tomorrow’s trophies today.”

On the distance I like to walk to my stands:
“The first 100 yards is also the last 100 yards.”