We got to the entrance of where we typically hunt at around 5:45am and spotted a few right away. I gave my hunting buddy shots at the first couple of Jack Rabbits we saw and he missed all his shots at around 15 to 20 yards. He was perplexed and so was I. It's hard to miss at that close range, but it does happen
Anyway, we continued down the road a ways and I spotted a Jack Rabbit on my side of the road. I stopped and it hunkered down trying to hide itself. I slowly got out of the truck and figured it would have taken off, but it stayed. So I opened the back door of my truck, pulled out my .25 Marauder, loaded a pellet and lined up and fired. Dang! I missed! The shot was only at about 18 yards too. I figured I had misjudged the distance and it was closer than I had though (I thought it was around 12 yards, but it was 18 and that difference can send the pellet right over the head of the jack. Fortunately for me, it didn't moved. So I quickly cycled the bolt, acquired the jack on the correct mildot and shot. Bam! Head shot and the rabbit went down.
Photo of the .25 Marauder with it's early morning Jack:

Early Morning Jack by itself:

I immediately gutted the jack rabbit, placed it in a large ziploc type bag and put it in the cooler to get it cooled down as fast as possible. After that we drove just a little further and parked at one of the spots we like to stop at and got out to walk around. It was already getting really hot at 6am in the morning and we knew we were in for a hot, sweaty day of hunting.
While I was getting my liquid reservior in my backpack filled with Gatorade, my hunting buddy (we'll call him RK) as looking down the hill and out pops a cottontail. Of course he wasn't prepared with his gun, so it looked at him, gave him a look like "See ya sucka!" and ran off. I told RK he should have had his gun on him since he wasn't taking a backpack this time. He just looked at me and shrugged
After I got all my gear on and we were both ready, we headed south from the truck and immediately started seeing Jack Rabbits everywhere. Most were far off and running off in small groups of 4 to 6 rabbits. Of course part of that reason was that RK was crunching through the brush and sending them running. Oh well, I guess next time I'll have to make sure I'm further away so he'll send the rabbits running my way. After about a 1/2 hour in I spotted a jack and tracked him down as he hopped off. As I came over a small knoll I spotted the jack hopping away from me and then it stopped under a shady bush about 40 yards or so away from me. I knew I didn't have time for the shooting sticks so I shouldered the Marauder, lined it up and fired. I must have moved the rifle as I fired because the jack went down, but it wasn't a head shot. I ran over to where the jack was kicking to find that I had hit it just behind the front legs (or maybe a little more back from there) and it was still kicking around. So I chambered another shot and fired one into the jack rabbits head to put it down quick. I immediately gutted this one too because I wanted to make sure my shot had not punctured anything that was leaking into the rabbit that would spoil the meat. So I gutted it quick, drained the blood out, put it in the plastic bag and into my pack and headed to try and catch up to RK.
Second Jack with .25 Marauder:

Second Jack Solo Photo:

We walked around the area some more and spotted mostly Jack Rabbits and then walked back to the truck. After that we headed North from the truck and spotted a few more. I got a shot at a cottontail and a jack rabbit which were both at around 10 to 15 yards away, but I screwed up those shots and missed both of them. I was kicking myself for it too
We could have come back with more, but we both had a good time and I was glad that RK had finally gotten his first California Black-Tailed Jack Rabbit. I could tell he was proud of his shot too. Hopefully next time we'll see some more cottontails. I only saw maybe 4 cottontails, but saw at least 20 Jack Rabbits.










