Well, not really.
But I did have to jerk my leg out of the path of the onrushing rabbit and in the process tumble backwards into some blackberry briars. Seeing the trail now completely blocked by the thrashing human, the rabbit turned and raced around a impenetrable wood pile straight into Rye who was doubled over slapping his knees. Seeing the rabbit bearing down, Rye did a quick three step backwards to get out of the charging bunny’s way where he stepped onto the edge of the horseshoe pit. Rye hung there for a moment, arms wind milling. Later, he told me, all he could think of was the iron stake and the position he was falling. Personally, I told him, I thought the conversation in the emergency room would be interesting. “Get the extra large vice grips”

this morning, if we can get in the gate.
If we can't, we'll run the same area Brag and I did last weekend. I'll walk the paved road while watching for crossing deer with some wayward shortlegged beagles in tow.

Pine limb extension