Lmao!Reminds me of a hunt with my Dad in the '60's in SW Kansas. Miserable day, lots of snow, had to step on the birds to make them flush. End of day we were in little diner filled with hunters complaing about no birds. In come these two guys that looked like they came out of a catalog of hunting duds, clean, smiling, etc.Ask how they did they said GREAT! Got so many left some on the farmer's poarch to thank him. Said they pulled in as farmer was leaving taking wife to Dr.'s gave them permission to hunt. End of story we went out to lookin the trunk at the birds,the were all Guinea hens, They had killed his yard birds and left some for them to eat.