Sometimes there really can be too much of a good thing. An 18th
century hunter sat positioned in a carefully chosen spot based on
a well used travel path. He sat there for hours, waiting, wearing
his supplies in a wallet slung over his shoulder since he would
be out hunting for weeks. Finally, a couple of hens came into view.
Two started strutting his way as the hunter called out to them.
He watched as they bagan to head his way and then...he heard another
flock coming in from behind.