Four self-propelled harvesters clank their way through a sugar-cane field at the south edge of the tiny hamlet of Pahokee. The 20-acre stand abuts a finely coifed yard and tidy ranch-style house to the north. To the east lies State Highway 715; narrow canals and miles of cane border the rest of the parcel. Soon after school lets out around 3 p.m., three teenage boys loiter under a palm tree beside a canal. The field is thick this year; the harvest machines don't get far before wagons are filled and must be taken for unloading into trucks. That slows down everything, as far as the boys are concerned, because rabbits will remain scarce until the unpicked rows of cane are fewer than five. About 25 more rows must be plucked before rabbits will hightail it for new cover and set the boys... More >>>