blasted a squirrel with a 12ga once..flew off the limb and hit the ground. me and my buddy walk down and i grab it by the tail. i was young..maybe 13-14. naturally i hold it up for dad to see not far up the hill. right as i was swinging around the hill to face dad, the sucker came to life...clawed my wrist like a cat...flung that sucker to the ground and it took off runnin...lets just say i got the last word in the battle

watched dad about get attacked by a couple bucks...you know the horny, delierious full rut bucks...i remember one was honestly about to step on him...he screamed in its face and it barely flinched...id like to find me one of them here in a couple weeks

another time dad and i were setup on a point in spring gobbler season. mid morning...i knew dad was going to nap. we both took turns calling for a while 50yds apart or so. dad fell silent for a while so i just sat there..next thing i know dad is screamin like a girl...then i hear the saftey click off and wings start beating...turn to my left and see a long beard flyin and dad pointin his gun at it..dad said it brushed his pant leg..woke him up and he opened his eyes and the turkey stuck his head around the tree and was doin the ole head bob...i still tease him about screamin like a girl...i better tease him about that this weekend its been a while