this morning #538.

this morning, amongst the blackberry bush bramble, he stood silent, holding his .22 & hoping his patience would lead to the rabbits coming to him this time. it had been a rough year & he was thoroughly tired of having to chase after things. fortunately, twas midway through wabbit season, the six months of the year that he felt most alive. this part of vermont gave him ample opportunity to fulfill his fascination with living off the land & he was using that passion to become one heck of an amateur chef. rabbit stew. rabbit cacciatore. braised rabbit. chicken-fried rabbit. through the winter months, cottontail would provide both the majority of his protein & the majority of his self-worth.