One of my favorite memories was when my Dad and I were hunting pheasants and rabbits when I was in high school. I had my recurve bow for bunnies and he had a shot gun for shooting birds. We were walking through some corn stubble when he flushed a rooster. It flew right at me so he couldn't shoot at it. I saw it coming and nailed him (the bird, not my Dad) with a field tip, in the air at 30 yards. My Dad just stood there speechless. When we got home he had to call all of his buddies to tell them about it. He brought it back up to my friends this weekend at our Superbowl Party.