When I was fresh out of college I took a job working at an electronics factory, as a technician. Being the low man on the totem pole I was elected to work the opening weekend of duck season. That didn't make me very happy, but I needed the OT to make ends meet.
Late in the afternoon, I was working by myself in the back lot of the plant. At the edge of the parking lot was a large field with a pond on the far side. I could hear some ducks coming in toward the field from over the top of the building. Just to satisfy my need to go hunting, I put my arms up like I was holding my shotgun and led the lead mallard until he was in range, then I said, "Bang". Much to my surprise, that duck immediately flipped end over end and augered into the field.
Not believing what I just saw, I looked back and saw the power line swinging back and forth. That duck must have hit that line at about 40 mph. I got my first duck of the season without firing a shot.
And for just a second I had thought I'd developed an intense psychic ability.