A childhood belief about general

when i was growing we always went camping. every night we would go "snipe" hunting. i dont exactly remember what a snipe was supposed to be but we were told they were awsome to eat for breakfast. the adults w/us would make noises or have someone hide and do it. we would "catch them w/shoprite bags and place them in the coolers. our parents would stick there hands in the bad and since it was night no one could tell while they pretended there hand was a "snipe". "mysteriously" every morning after, or by the time we got back to our trailers, the snipes would disapeer. when they didnt disapear before we got back we were told never to open the cooler b/c they are really fast and would get out. good times, good times