With both cottontails and hares, some of us opt for a more sedate experience than the running of the hounds. Often, I'll don a felt pack or strap on snowshoes and meander through good cover. As rabbit tracks and droppings increase, I'll slow down, feeling keenly the winter predator, looking for a swatch of brown or the black of an eye in the white background. When I do find the makings of a good rabbit stew, I'm happy with my skills. If I don't, the day is still well-spent: outdoors in the winter, with the chance to hunt.