Hunting without a gun, can sometimes lead to success!

My lovely Mom and Dad once went out in the woods with the dog to hunt for the evasive partridge of the north. While walking the dog ran far ahead, chasing up game far to soon, and running excitedly past those buried in hiding. My Mom and Dad slowly approached, my Dad with his gun at his side. When alas, his chance came and a partridge fled from hiding not two feet in front of him. In the panic of being caught unaware, my Father threw up his rifle to protect himself from the flurry of feathers heading his way, swinging wildly, and landed his rifle muzzle squarely on the partridges head breaking its neck and providing the evening meal. Now my Mom states that my Father's motive was money and he was simply trying to save on bullets. All probable of course. None the less, I am my fathers daughter, so I decided to attempt this feat, but on a much grander scale!

The other day, it was stiflingly hot, so I decided to take my lovely steed for a trail ride through the woods. Up the hill I went, and into a path leading between two corn fields. As I was passing between the corn fields my horse started to slow down. In my frustration, I pressed against her sides and urged the stubborn creature forward, only to find myself swiftly placed in mid-air being flung to the side with no horse underneath me and a flurry of feathers racing in all directions, with my horse flying in the opposite direction, running back the way we had came. So here I was laying on my side, the horse 20 feet down the trail munching on the farmer's corn stalks, and five baby Turkeys fluttering away. In the future I shall not try my Father's feats, for I came close, but I missed all five baby turkeys and was unable to land on a single one. However, I did come away with no bruises and I finished my lovely ride.