I was out rabbit hunting a week or two ago with my good friend Paul Weaver, of Beavertown Guns & Grocery, and my dog “Noodles” (unfortuantly when I named this dog I didn’t realize how stupid I would sound in the field when I called it) and we ran across this imprint in the snow. Check it out, it’s an imprint of an owl that swooped down and got a mouse.
