They had been night shooting the evening before, and now they were going out for daytime clean-up in brushy areas. He was flanked by two motorcycle riders, fellows who seemed dedicated to perpetuation of the reputation of rabbiters as societal outcasts. The other, a teenager, was a wannabee. Two scabbards hung from the handlebars of each motorcycle. The dogs served to push the rabbits out of the briar for the shooters.
Nobody knows how many fences they demolished in hot pursuit.