When I was in my early teens in the winter time we would be in the house out of the cold. My Mom would say "Larry why don't you get your gun and see if you can kill us a rabbit for supper." To us, dinner was around eleven AM. I would go out by myself, no dogs back then, and hunt the fence rows and briars. Sometimes I could find one sitting. I didn't miss those kind so I would bring it home, clean it and let it soak in cold salt water for awhile and then we would eat it for supper. Those were the good old days, just Mom, Dad and me. My siblings had all joined the armed service or married. Our home was a small four room house, one bedroom, one living room, a dining room and a kitchen. No electricity, wood stoves. On Saturday night we listened to the Grand Ole Opry on a battery run radio. Never went too far away from home because we had cows to milk, morning and night. I was raised to work. I drove our truck and tractor by the time I was eight. Hard times but good times.