The last day of rabbit season was one that paid homage to the quarry. The old hunter and his aged, one-eye beagle went home empty-handed. Now, a new season is upon us and there are big fish to catch. Something had been running my beagle a long way up the road to my neighbor’s wood. My friends John and Debbie would see her and bring Daisy home. I thought my dog was running deer until I took her hunting at the neighbor’s.