The great prime time rabbit hunt was a total bust with mis-behaving dogs, vanished rabbits and a sore tooth. I should have just laid on the couch and let GF pamper me.
Well, I can dream, can't I?

Each breath I took in the cold crisp air this morning was by necessity a mouth breath. The old nasal passages are clogged because of a mild head cold everybody around here seems to have. The air coldly caressed and wrapped itself around an offending tooth that had started the vague dull throbbing ache late Christmas Eve. Each breath seemed to concentrate my awareness on it’s slowly increasing demand for attention instead of any deer who might wander across my path.

I figure the deer meat will be as safe as any of your processed government inspected FDA approved beef treated with antibiotics, hormones, mad cow and God knows what else.. As the morning wore on and the ache increased, I knew it would take an exceptional buck before I would shoot this morning. Of course, I didn’t see anything, so my resolve was untested.

Try to find your dentist when the day after Christmas is a Friday. It took a few phone calls before I tracked him down at his vacation home. No doubt lounging in the hot tub he installed after my last “emergency” while sipping hot toddy’s as he watched the activity on the lake. He was probably contemplating his newest toy purchase that opportunity had just dropped into his wrinkled waterlogged lap as he took my call.
“Chuckie my dear boy. Merry Christmas, A pleasure to hear from you. My wife and I were talking about you only the other day while we were at “Boats R Us”. What can I do for you Next Monday morning?
Uh huh
Hmmm
Pain?
Ok and the G. Dickle White Label is wearing off?
Heh! A headache and toothache
And you want me to give you some pills to make you feel good enough to go rabbit hunting tomorrow?
No problem, just pay my receptionist when you come in Monday. I might be a little late, I have to put a deposit on something at “Boats R Us”

On Friday, I helped Middle Boy on a side job in Hartselle, Alabama. North of Birmingham, the drive took longer than the actual work and I was running late to attend GF’s friends party Friday night when my vehicle died at a intersection during rush hour. I was a couple of hours late for the party, but did finally show up.
This evening's party is by the owner of the corporation where she works and then tomorrow is her corporate party.

Cuz and Brag called while I was out last night. The best rabbit hunt in this young season is scheduled for the Saturday after Christmas. There will be at least two packs of beagles and if Archer comes there will be three or four packs on property that hasn’t been rabbit hunted in a couple. Deer hunters on the property have reported seeing multiple rabbits every day.

We had decided to hunt at Mr. Murty’s place out past Bleeker, Alabama, so I met Uncle NoPass and his grandson Brag at NoPass’s house about 9, Saturday morning. Uncle NoPass was in a fine mood and set near a floor heater talking about past hunts while taking his own sweet time putting on his boots. My Aunt told him to hurry up and get out from under her feet. She proclaimed that he had been complaining only 30 minutes before about the late start and now He was delaying the “boys” another 30 minutes while he put on his boots.

Cuz, Rye, Brag, Judy, Little Girl and I held “our” first rabbit hunt of the season the other day. Judy and Little Girl being Cuz’s rabbit dogs. Judy is the perfect rabbit dog, in my eyes. Cuz will only lend her out to two people and I’m proud to say I’m one of them. Sorry Indigo, no Uncle NoPass this time.