When I was working and used to take my vacation for deer season, the women would almost invariably ask me if I “caught” anything. I always replied, “I don’t catch ‘em, I shoot ‘em”. I’m not a good enough hunter to catch ‘em”. Only once did I get any flack from one, a very pretty one BTW. She walked into the break room and asked me what I was eating. When I told her it was a Bambi sandwich, she got so upset she actually left the room. IIRC, she never spoke to me again.
