The guys on YouTube that are hunting in the flat desert areas where there is a great deal less vegetation for the Jack Rabbits to hide in or under have it easy compared to those of us who hunt them in the more overgrown hilly and mountain areas of Southern California. I've found it a great challenge to spot Jack Rabbits with all of the plants and bushes that exist out where I was hunting. Don't get me wrong, I had a blast and it was really fun too. I am not giving up anytime soon.
Now to the story:
I actually got out to my spot about half an hour before sunrise (left home at 3:35am and got to my spot at around 5am). I walked to my stand/hunting location and sat there waiting for the light to make it "legal shooting time". It was odd that last weekend when I went there were animals all over the place in the morning, especially tons of Cottontails. However, this time was much different. It was as if the animals were on vacation. I only saw two Cottontails the entire time, where the time before I must have seen a dozen or more. I did come across a covey of quail and saw a couple of deer too while I was out stalking/walking around.
The first Jack I saw was when I decided to drive further back towards the main road where I was hunting. When I rounded a corner I see a huge Jack Rabbit look up and bolt off before I could even stop. It had to be the biggest one I've seen to date. I was about as big as my Beagle. I figured that one was a loss since it never looked back as it took off doing mach 1.
So I drove about another 100 yards and found a place I could pull off the road. I hiked up a trail for about half an hour and hear something to my right. A large jack had been spooked from his rest and hopped about 40 yards away and turned to look. I should have been getting ready for the shot when it was hopping, but I didn't and when I finally got ready for the shot it took off again. Rats! "Not again!", I thought to myself. I've got to get better at reacting, taking aim and taking the shot.
Finally I was getting a bit hot and tired, so I decided to head back on the same trail to go to my truck when I spotted a Jack Rabbit with my binoculars resting in the shade under a large bush. It ranged at 69 yards. I got myself set up as best I could and steadied the M-Rod on a pair of shooting sticks. I double checked everything and slowed my breathing, took aim and fired. Missed! The Jack stood up and before I could reload it hopped off. "Ugghhh", I thought to myself, "Yet another one that got away!"After that miss I set up a small target at 50 yards and found that while at 18 yards I was dead on, at 50 yards I was about 1/2" to 3/4" high. That meant that my shot went clean over the jacks head (since I was aiming for the fuse box) at 70 yards.
When I got home I readjusted my scope so that I wouldn't be high the next time. As difficult as those Jacks are to find and hunt down, I can't afford to be missing the shots that should be the easy ones.Well, I look forward to the next time. Hopefully the 3rd time out will be the charm and I'm hoping to come back with a couple the next time I go out.
















