As a 13 year old growing up in the country, upper midwest US, I was all about bringing home the ruffed grouse and other game. The sport part of my hunting was to follow the hunting laws and to aim well. On one outing I spotted 5 grouse on the logging road ahead of me. Being hard to hit on the fly, I aimed at the center of the group and fired my Stevens 12 gauge single. I levered it open and the empty ejected and I slipped the round from my left hand into the chamber. I did this while running towards my kill. As I reached a dead grouse two more were on the ground flapping wildly. I stomped on their heads as I ran by and I scooped up a forth grouse by the neck. The fifth grouse was taking to the air and I took aim and fired. It dropped immediately. I felt like I was in shock, five grouse with two shots from my single 12. Well with a bit of stomping and neck ringing as well. After that day I never got better than a double but not for lack of trying.
