I served a fresh, suburban bow-killed whitetail roast to a Japanese friend one evening. He was very honored and impressed by the fact that we were eating wild game taken with archery equipment by me, the great white hunter. As we ate and visited, I glanced across the table to see him wince a little, then reach into his mouth. Out the fingers came with something in them. His grin turned into a big, happy smile as he exclaimed "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Dave". Apparently, he thought the .77cal pellet (kids down the street from place of harvest) was somehow related to my harvesting of the deer, and further, that it was good luck to be the one at the table to have "received" it. We all laughed long and hard about that one.
Dave