growing up and going hunting with my dad i've seen him take a handful of turkey, deer, and small game. Two of my favorite hunting stories involved other people. One was when i was a kid (prob 10-11 years old) hunting rabbits with my dad, uncles and cousins. my father and I were standing in the spot we though the beagles would circle the rabbit. Well it did come right past us, but much farther below us then we thought, my dad just said "there he is" and in one motion i swung on him with my little youth 870 20 gauge and rolled him with a 30 yard running shot. there was a moment of silence and then my dad looked at me and said "you are going to probably kill a lot of animals, but i hope you remember that shot for the rest of your life" So that was was kind of a cool moment. The other was calling in my kid brother's first turkey, The bird came in, almost perfect, but never game him a clear shot. He some how managed to get turned on him without getting busted by the tom or the group of hens that came in, and absolutely smoked this bird with a difficult 30 yard shot. I think i was more excited then him as we ran up to the bird. He teases me about how giddy i sounded yelling "get on him jay! get on him jay!" after the shot haha