I am a ferocious hunter! Occasionally I will stalk my prey along well worn paths in my local supermarket. I will creep carefully up to the freezer case, put my back to it, and get out my turkey call whistle. A couple of calls, and some rattling of deer antlers I hook on my belt, and all is calm - for the moment.
Then without warning, I leap high into the air (at least 7inches) and jump into the frozen turkey pile. I swear I grab one so fast it never has time to react.
The only drag to my expeditions is after the hunt, when I'm tediously removing the 'Tombstone Pizza' boxes from my camo clothing.
I used to follow the catch and release philosophy, but after the third turkey thawed and spoiled on my lawn - I decided to just eat them.