This thread reminds me of one of my luckiest bird kills. I was walking down a road in New York state when I saw a ring necked pheasant sitting under a spruce tree. I looked around for a rock to throw, but the best I could come up with was an empty beer bottle. I took my shot and missed, and in typical pheasant fashion, the bird took off straight up, right into the boughs of the tree, which trapped it. This gave me enough time to run over, grab the bird and tear it's head off. Pheasants are notorious runners, I'm guessing it must have panicked in it's determination to fly. Tasty little rascals.