On the third morning, the guest noticed an unusually fine specimen sitting motionless in a tree beside the path. Creeping up to the turkey, he shot point-blank at the bird, which fell at his feet.
With great enthusiasm, he began stuffing his catch into a bag -- when he noticed a card tied around the bird's neck. The card's message? "With the compliments of Bernard Baruch!"
[The eccentric Jimmy Hirst used to go hunting astride his bull, accompanied by his "sagacious pigs," which he had trained as pointers.]