Friends, this is a tale from many years ago and even though you had to be there to fully appreciate it, it’s still a great story. The time was in the early 1990s, and the place was in the heart of Acadiana – Cajun Country. I hail from way up in Yankee territory, also known as North Louisiana. Pretty much everything north of I-10 is considered North Louisiana according to the fine people of Acadiana and I was trying my very best to fit in, absorbing as much of the culture as my tiny brain could handle. I was staying at my wife’s’ parents’ house during this time and her dad asked if I would like to join him and some of his friends on a rabbit hunt. I of course immediately agreed despite my complete lack of experience. He reassured me that everything would be fine as long as I followed his instructions. That sounded easy enough and the next day we set out on the hunt.