The summer I was sixteen, a farmer friend plowing a field accidentally ran over a jackrabbit nest.He brought the surviving baby home and I begged my folks to let me keep it. My dad (always a sucker for fuzzies) built Topper a nice cage. I bottlefed the little guy and then when he was old enough, fed him carrot tops and dog food. He had the most gorgeous big, brown eyes and his fur with its black and brown ticking was sooo soft. He could kick like a mule, though! As much as I loved that rabbit,he never really tamed. I felt really sad when I watched him stare off into the distance from inside his cage. When he was a few months old I called Animal Control for suggestions and found an Animal Control officer who turned Topper loose way out in the country with another rescued jackrabbit. I hope Topper never saw a human and thought "food." I sort of doubt it, though, because he was so wild. I enjoyed the time I spent with him and I hope he and the other rescued jackrabbit lived a happy life running free.