I was working with a friend and she told me her mom had some tame ducks that she wanted killed and removed from her property. I told her I would take care of them, so I got thinking about a buddy of mine that always likes to play jokes on somebody and decided to get even. I went to his house and told him to come for a ride with me, of course he just went along then asked where we are going. I told him I've got a score to settle with somebody and for him to just sit in the truck when we get there. As we came to the house where the ducks were I got out with my Ruger 10/22 and walked up to the cage and started shooting until the ducks were all dead, I looked over at the truck and my buddy was having an anxiety attack screaming at me w. t. #%& don't shoot the ducks!!!!and other words I'd never heard from him. It took him a while to calm down even after I told him what was really going on.