I live at the base of the east slope of the Cascade Mountains. As you can see in the pics, it is pretty heavily forested around here. It's tough to find a spot where you can see them coming in before they wind you, and sometimes they come in so fast it is hard to get a shot. This time it was the latter.
I hoofed it down a dirt road for about 3/4 of a mile in a section of national forest that had burned last year. Most of the trees were still standing, but a lot of the brush had burned up. I found a place to make a stand where I could see about 150 yards in front of me with out to much interference. I sat at the base of a pine tree with a good view of the open area. I set my caller up about 50 yards away, and let the bunny distress squeel. About 5 minutes into the session, 3 dogs came runnin down the hill to my right at about 75-100 yards away. Thats right, 3 of them. I waited until I could move my shootin sticks without being detected, and took aim. I started to squeeze the trigger on the middle one, but just before I could shoot the lead one winded me, or the call, and took off the way it came. This spooked both the others. They ran about 50 yards, and stopped and looked back at the call. I tried to get a fix on one of them that stopped at the top of the hill, but there was to much brush in the way. Next thing I knew they were gone. But they never saw me.
I sat there letting the call wail for a very long 30 seconds or so, and sure enough one of them appeared at the edge of the hill. I could see her head and neck, but her body was behind some brush at 125 yards. I knew this might be my last chance, so I squeezed the trigger. I didn't see it drop, but I saw fur in the air so I ran up the hill towards the other 2 dogs to see if I could get a running shot. Never saw them again. When I got to the one I shot, it had a baseball sized exit wound. I guess that is what you get when you hit them in the neck.
Man...that was fun.
Good job.
I don't have time.