In the 1960's a hunting buddy and I joined the Navy on the "buddy plan".We left for boot camp in August and returned home for 2 weeks boot leave in November.I lived near the foot of a small mountain.The valley was farmland and the mountain was wooded.Some fields extended up the slope.A 25 acre woodlot was bordered on three sides by fields.I had hunted this area many times without a dog.The pheasants and rabbits would run around in honeysuckle vines and usually elude me.During boot leave I invited my buddy and his dad to hunt there with me.They brought a mixed breed dog that was part beagle.This dog would bawl on a rabbit trail and yip on a pheasant scent.We hit the woods one morning and had game moving all the time.The daily limit was 2 ringneck pheasants and 4 rabbits.The dog was working well and we could tell what he was chasing by his bark.We had to force the pheasants to the edge to make them fly.The rabbits scurried around in big circles in front of the dog.One of us,I forget who, had a pheasant that flew out of his game pouch and got away.We ended the morning with 12 rabbits and 5 pheasants due to the one that got away.
Memories of small game
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Art Eatman
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For sure, memories of hunts can bring many a smile in later years. 
MCgunner
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Yup, my memories of my youth mostly revolve around squirrels and rabbits. By age 14, I'd discovered waterfowl and got totally hooked. It's one of the few things on the Texas coast one can hunt on PUBLIC land for. It's even better now days what with all the WMAs and refuges up and down the coast open for hunting. Lots of good memories, though.
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