Finally! I've been trying to get my nephew onto his first hare for a while now. Crunchy snow, skittish hares, and schedules have all worked against us until now. We finally found a spot with ample numbers of hares and no competition from other hunters. It was a beautiful day - single digit temps and windy, but beautiful. His .22 that he has practiced with was locked up in his house that we didn't have a key for this morning, so he got to try out a .410 for the first time. He missed the first 3 hares that he tried to shoot, likely due to a combination of not being used to the gun, nerves, and jumpy hares. On the 4th try, though, he finally connected. He missed the first shot at this particular one, but after it hopped just a few feet up to some brushy cover he tried again. (Actually, at this point I thought the hare was gone. I told him so, but he kept telling me that he still saw it. To be perfectly honest, I didn't believe him - but I didn't see any harm in letting him shoot again.) Imagine my surprise - bang! - and the ball of white fur came rolling down the hill. Man, my nephew about came unglued he was so excited. This kid has been through some rough stuff over the past few years with his mother going through constant cancer treatment among other trials that no kid should have to face. I think all of that made this experience just a little sweeter. He was genuinely happy - and that made me genuinely happy as well. A lot of gas burned, a few weekend days given up, but this picture? Priceless.