Pfeilstorch
Imagine being a dude in Africa. You work <i>so</i> hard making your arrows nice and straight.<p>Eventually you end up with maybe 5-10 in your quiver. You patiently crawl up to some birds, take aim, and BAM - perfect shot right through the throat.<p>And then the bloody bird flies away <i>with</i> your arrow.<p>Edit: I also want to add - poor bird. Must take unreal determination to fly that far with a near-mortal injury and a literal weight around your neck