The eastern cottontail is the small-game animal most American hunters cut their teeth on. A medium-bodied rabbit at roughly 2 to 4 pounds, brown-gray above with that diagnostic white powder-puff tail, it lives essentially everywhere humans have cleared a little brush — farm edges, fencerows, suburban thickets, regenerating clearcuts, old strip-mine reclamation. Cottontails are crepuscular but huntable through the day in winter when low temperatures keep them tight to thermal cover. Walked-up in heavy briar with a partner or run with beagles, they hold tight, flush short, and circle back to home ground within an acre or two — which is what makes hound hunting work. Hunters take them in their first year more than 80 percent of the time; cottontail populations are built on volume, not longevity. The bird-dog crowd will tell you they're a kid's quarry, but plenty of grown hunters will spend a December Saturday in honeysuckle for a rabbit-and-dumpling supper and call it the best meal of the year.