When I was a kid rabbits were a staple in our house in the winter. My dad would run box traps on his way home from work and I had a string of snares in the neighborhood.
On the weekends my dads buddies from work would get together and hunt rabbit in the wood lots, my job was to climb up on the brush piles and jump up and down on them to flush the rabbits out for the guys, pretty heady stuff for a young kid.
When I got old enough to drive my buddy and I would ski in to hunt rabbits, that pretty much left the landscape to just us, which led to hunting fox for bounty and feral dogs for the game warden.
Dad would give me a nickel a rabbit which kept me in 22 shells, they had a big bowl of them in the hardware store for a penny each. When we ran out of shells we'd follow rabbit tracks in the snow until they burrowed in to keep warm and just flop down on the snow pinning them in and digging them out with our hands. If the conditions were just right, bitter cold after a heavy snow it could get pretty interesting our best day was seven rabbit in 4 hours for the two of us.
Then there were snowshoe rabbits. My hunting partner and I would avidly pursue them. I carried a rifle and him a shotgun. If we didn't kill one we flushed I would get on the track(we were both on skis) and try and run the rabbit down, sometimes I'd be able to spot the rabbit ahead and shoot him but most of the time it would circle back to near where it flushed and my partner would get them running by. Sometimes it took a couple circles but it was fun.
Rabbit are fun. I've been seeing a few cotton tails while coyote hunting and I think I'll leave the caller home and take the 22.