Saw my buddy shoot the head off clean of a wounded hen mallard that was hiding in the cattails. He couldn't find the head that morning, but out of curiousity I looked for it and found it before the afternoon hunt.

The other was a goose that landed in a field behind the cattails we where hunting in. I guess he finally heard our calling to other geese and decided to fly into our field. Crazy thing is that he flew about 10 feet of the ground just over the cattails we were hunting and flew right in between me and my buddy. 5 feet lower and five feet over either way and he would have flown right into one of us - scared the hell out of us. It was basically a matter of who had there gun closer and who could draw faster.