I guess I'll just throw a rock at it...

My son and my nephew, Matthew, were talking this afternoon about killing a deer.  Where they came up with the idea that they wanted to kill one is beyond me.  No one in my family is a hunter.  This is not the first time they have had this idea.  They planned it out one afternoon in the car.  Here is how the conversation went:

Matthew: when I get big I am going to kill a deer.
Avery: do you have a knife?
Matthew: no.
Avery: a gun?
...Matthew: no.
Avery: how will you kill it then?
Matthew: I guess I'll just throw a rock at it.

There you have it.  Problem solved.