[HeroHog]

When I was 11 or so I went duck hunting with my dad and grandpa. On the way back to land from the blind, we came across a wounded duck in the water. We ran him down and I caught it and asked my dad "now what?" He said "bang his head on the boat to kill it and through it in the bag with the others." I took him and whopped his head on the boat rail pretty good and he went limp and I through him in the bag. A little while later I feel something in the bag move. The duck was alive! I took him out and really let him have it this time and returned him to the bag! Now, before you think I was a small kid and just didn't have the strength to do the job, please note that I was 5'10" @ 175 and wasn't fat at this time... by 13 I was 6'1" @ 210 and again, not fat. Anyway, we get to the house and dump out the bag to show everyone how well we had done and the duck takes off down the street! We chased it down and broke its freaking neck this time!