Ssshhhh… be wery wery, quiet. We are hunting wabbit. And not just any wabbit, but a wabbit in the snow.
I had known this particular rabbit was there for the longest time, of course. I could see the tracks–fresh tracks, mind you–throughout the day. But the wabbit was that of a ghost, for no matter patient I was, it did not materialize. Luckily I am pretty darn patient, and finally I managed to catch it while it was outside of its hole. A moment later I had my ever elusive quarry square in my sights and the picture is now mine. Hah! Camera 1, Wabbit 0 (if we were keeping score. Which, given the number of times I’d missed this wabbit, it is a good thing we’re weren’t keeping score, come to think of it). At any rate, the Wascally Wabbit was now caught, fair and square.