Heh.
I remember the instructors telling us a story about how some stud just could not bring himself to kill his bunny, but because we had to bring the feet with us to prove that we had done it, he chopped off his bunny's feet, bandaged him up, and then set him free.
The instructor claimed that they found a bunny with amputated legs hopping around the survival area a couple of classes later.
Probably an apocryphal story, but I laughed at the time.
What was that big basket that we had to weave? You remember...the one to catch fish? I cannot remember what it was called. Mine looked like ass.