Back in the late fifties and thru the sixties I ran jacks with greyhounds. To this day I have never enjoyed any outdoor activity more[and I've tried nearly all legal hunting and fishing activities in Texas]. In the first few years of my marriage in the early sixties I owned as many as 30 dogs at a time, although that did include pups. The amazing thing is I am still married. Anyway, coyotes, cotton poison, and I believe fire ants took care of the jackrabbit population in North Texas. That along with the human population in this part of the world exploding and taking many properties out of use for any kind of hunting activities put me out of the rabbit running sport by the early seventies. I do miss it still.

I'd eat one. Hell it can't be no worse than some of the other things I've eaten.

They get big in New Mexico too. I've seen them stand tall as a good sized labrador retriever. Huge ears and feet. I also had a chance to see what I thought was a really big coyote...turns out it was a Mexican Wolf. The sombrero gave it away. Just kidding...I did see a wolf though.