Tough Guy | Okanogan, WA | 2012
When I was 10, we had a rogue rooster who for weeks dive-bombed us from a pine tree every time we stepped outside. Each morning before school we’d make a mad dash to the car to avoid his sharp claws and lightning-fast beak. One day, Dad shot him with a bow and arrow. The rooster, now doubly aggressive, lived for days to continue his kamikaze ways. He eventually slowed and then mysteriously disappeared. All that was left: a dozen or so feathers, three relieved kids and one scuffed-up arrow.