"In a movement so fast it was finished before I grasped it, the
first man shot a large jackrabbit, which he leaned down to snatch from
the grass without dismounting. He gutted it with a small sharp tool and
spilled the intestines out as we rode along. His movements were as deft
as a weaver's, and I felt an unexpected pleasure watching him."
Barry Lopez, "In the Great Bend of the Souris River."
