About ten years ago, a friend was driving us back from a morning duck hunt. Seven or eight Huns popped up on the side of the road and they did a half scurry, half flight across the road. When one of those brown puff balls went through his pickup grill, it probably sounded about like a muffled .410. The hissing from his radiator got much more attention, never did bother figuring out where the Hun ended up.