(1)We weren't allowed to skin it deftly and quickly, we had to pretend it was something larger and skin it slowly, with each guy taking a turn. I could have done it myself, and have, much faster. This was a big bunny though, much larger than the cottontails I'd dealt with before then.
(2) We cooked it the same way, like it was something bigger, but it was on a spit over an open fire. Yummy.
(3) Three, I was secretly glad he didn't eat his share.. more for me. :)
(4) After that, he wasn't even up for some chili, made with the dehydrated "meat" and the chili powder out of our seat pack survival kit. But it wasn't too good anyway, and was difficult to eat with my poorly made "survival spork". The rabbit was easier, since we each had a small knife. Just slice off a hunk and eat it off the knife, like Davey Crockett. Ah life was good that night. So was sleeping on the ground under (and over) a parachute gore (segment) tied to the trees by it's shroud lines.
Then there was the tale of the Rabbit eyeballs, eaten by a cadet from El Cajon, who wanted to become an undertaker. But that's for another thread perhaps. :)
Yeah, you could have left that part out!