These stories reminded me of the old days when my hunting partner and I would bow hunt the mornings and roam the back roads in the afternoon near the local game club property in hopes of catching a Pheasant crossing the road. My buddy was an expert at steering his truck to hit the birds with the bumper or front transfer case on his 4X4 pickup.
One day, he whacked a nice cock pheasant. I jumped out to collect our prize. I threw the bird down on the floor boards and we sped off. Well, the bird wasn't quite as dead as I thought and it started flying around in the cab of the truck.
I grabbed the bird and tried to wring it's neck but used a bit too much force and ripped the bird's head right off. Man, the blood was spraying all over that cab including the windshield to a point where my buddy couldn't see the road anymore. He was so pissed at me!! I spent a few hours cleaning up his truck for him. But we did share a nice pheasant dinner.