Jeez they scream. I arrowed one in the yard with a field point once, the arrow skewered the rabbit to the ground, and it SCREAMED. I couldn't get to it fast enough to dispatch it. I switched to judo points afterwards.
Head shots.
I was about 13 years old the first time I heard a cotton tail scream.
I had been hunting an abandoned section line road one early January afternoon and had pretty well gotten my limit (6).
It was getting dusk and I was still close to a mile from the truck when I took my last shot for the day. I was wearing one of dad's old game vests and stuffed the "dead" rabbit in with the rest of them. It got dark fast. No big deal but still a long walk back to the truck. I'd gone maybe a couple hundred yards and a kids imagination being what it was I was getting a bit skittish, my uncles tales of having seen a panther the week before didn't help.
About then I heard the most blood curdling scream and something was clawing at my back.
I shucked that game vest and stuffed my last shell into my trusty single barrel figuring the big cat was gonna get me.
Turns out I had just stunned the last rabbit and it didn't take well to being stuffed into a blood soaked game vest full of his kin.