Nature is full wonder, suprise and a sence of humor. I was on my first upland game hunt in winter. My shotgun skills were non existent and my party were the classic slob hunters. I had fallen behind when a Pheasant literally fell on my head. the hen had been winged , nearly frozen and apparently deceased. I put her in my jacket's game pocket and proceeded with the "hunt". Suddenly I felt a slight rustling and realized she was very much alive! I took her to my DVM ( an avid hunter) who bemusedly cleaned the wound in partial trade for my shotgun. The shotgun? a model 12 16 guage solid rib :O(. Every region has it's suprises, and "old timers" are worth listening to. For instance, old logging regions may contain virtual quicksand bodies of old sawdust .