A man who had often spoken with Bernard Baruch about hunting was once invited to his South Carolina estate for a turkey shoot. Unfortunately, the hapless hunter toiled around the plantation for two whole days, firing at everything he saw without hitting anything. Baruch kept his comments to himself.

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.]