Back when we had to take deer to the local shop to register our kill:
A gentleman we supposed was Middle Eastern came to our shop on opening day and excitedly walked in asking us, in broken English, to come outside and see his very nice kill. We of course did, genuinely interested in everyone's good fortune. He dropped the tailgate and revealed a very nice, tan, well horned Billy goat. We were all falling into each other, crying, peeing ourselves when he drove off.
That was more than 20 years ago and I still laugh.
My grandfather used to lose a cow or horse (or both, or more) every deer season. One year he took a bucket of yellow paint and painted "COW" on all his cows and "HORSE" on all his horses. At the end of deer season he hadn't lost a single animal.
But his tractor was full of holes.