Ian Sutton wrote:,,,The law over here says that you can't eat / sell anything you've hit, but if someone else hits it then it's fair game.
Reminds me of an incident some yeares ago when driving on a back road between Rudesheim and Weisbaden when suddenly two pheasants flew out, one to be met by my windshield, the other by the radio antenna of my car. I stopped of course to see that the birds were truly dead and as I was checking a police car pulled up and stopped. The officer asked me what had happened. I explained. He asked to see my passport. I showed it to him and he commented not in German but in Yiddish: "Ess, ess mein kindt" (Eat, eat my child).
Took the birds to the butcher shop I was using during my stay, he hung the birds for me and a week later we feasted on pheasant stew. As Ms. Doolittle put it so nicely: "Loverly"