I didn't shoot a duck today. Instead, I fired a single round from my 44 magnum at a beetle crossing the road. A split second later there was no beetle anymore. Instead, there was a chipped piece of road and a single, crispy, antennae laying there, minding its own business. I know it was rather Barbaric, but they say I'm a descendant of the early Germanic Barbarians. So, when people ask me why I did it, I simply reply, "I was connecting with my roots."