My son and a friend, both about nine years old, went on an excursion when the adults were shooting skeet. They came upon a gobler a bit confused in some multiflora rose, stalked him, put him in a bear hug, and brought him back to the skeet field. And we adults spend so much time and effort to kill a big bird, when on a Sunday afternoon, a couple of kids with five minutes to waste can come up with the same result.