A good friend of mine has been camping and hunting for the last 2 weeks. He invited my 7 year-old twin boys and I up for the last night. About 2 hours before sundown, we started talking about snipe hunting. We told the boys they can be sold for big money but they must be careful as snipe can bite fingers off and scratch. Needless to say, they were excited. One of the boys said “do we need to make a run to town for a license”? That made me feel good to hear that. Not long after the sun went down I saw a snipe run by. A few minutes later I saw another; not to be outdone, they saw this one also. So off into the woods we went; hunt and chasing snipe with grocery bags. About this time a deer hunter emerged from the woods. I convinced the boys to ask him if he saw any snipe tonight. Without a moment of hesitation, he replied “only 2, they were so fast I couldn’t catch them”. They said thank you and back to the hunt we went. On our way back to camp I took one of the bags and started my stalk of this ever elusive bird. Just coming into the light of the campfire I made a mad dash forward jumping and diving only for the snipe to get away after biting me. I told the boys it was a small one and that’s why he didn’t bite my finger off. About 5 minutes later my buddy returns when he spotted a snipe. He took a bag and dove on the ground. He started thrashing around screaming “I got one I got one and it’s really big”. During the commotion on the ground he put his hand through the bag. When he stood up he said to the boys “that was a big one, it tore through the bag and scratched me”. That was all the snipe hunting they wanted to do so they returned to the fire. They spent the next hour talking about next time we snipe hunt. To be honest, one of the boys was a little scared after I was bit and my buddy was scratched. Another generation indoctrinated. I’d love to hear other stories so I can add to the legend I pass on.