Funny story. Many moons ago my brother and I were pheasant hunting and we both crossed over a barbed wire fence, him first, then me. A ruckus behind me so I turned expecting a pheasant. Nope, Thumper (cotton tail) before I realized it, I had bagged Thumper. Now my brother didn't live with her so he promised me that to all involved, he did the dirty deed.
50 years later, it' still our secret.