The end for the big swamp rabbit came quickly and silently. Without warning, a shadow fell from the sky into the dense brush. The first shadow was followed by a second one, just as silent. It was slow motion, but at the same time it was over so swiftly and efficiently that I wondered if I really saw anything at all.
From the piney woods of the north to the alluvial Mississippi River basins bottomland hardwoods to the coastal marshes all across Louisiana there is a certain quietness that seems to take over in late winter. No longer do you hear the mufflers of four wheeler engines running in the woods, or the sound of a rifle shot bringing its result to you at the speed of sound.