grouse with a stick

my brother just told me a story. our older brother, too young at the time, asked Mom if he could take grandpa's shotgun out to hunt grouse.
she said, hell no
dejected, older brother walked out along the country road and happened upon a car-killed grouse. past it's prime. grub infested. he found a stick in the ditch, poked it into the dead bird and carried it home.
he took the impaled dead bird home, walked into the kitchen and said "look Mom, I got a grouse with a stick". Mom didn't miss a beat, she said "you clean it, I'll cook it."