I had a great uncle like that. Once I got this spot he was always wanting to go hunt and always wanted to hunt it. It was flat, easy walking, tons of rabbits, and close to home. I got to where I couldn't take him but a couple times a year to it because he would kill every rabbit on the place if you would let him. It was my go to place to run in the summer time too. I had a 1400 acre lease covered up in swamp rabbits and once a year he would go with me to hunt it. It was rough and he hated that place. I loved the dogs hitting a rabbit and going out of hearing distance chasing them swampers. First time they did it I would have swore it was a deer if I hadn't have saw the rabbit myself.