I laughed hard when I saw this......back in high school a friend of mine lived on a farm and nice long brown hackes were non-existent for flytying, except on his dad's prize rooster and chickens. Well, one afternoon my friend and I ran out of hackle, he piped up and said, bring your scissors, let's go to the barn to get more. Well, after putting the rooster to sleep, we gave him a haircut, went back to the house to tie more flies. When his dad got home, it was not a pretty sight.........for my friend or the rooster.

I quickly exited the scene, needless to say, the chickens were from that point onward off limits...that is until they were being processed for dinner..........