I have this odd memory from when I was very young.  In the Spring, I was in the backyard with my father trying to catch a wild kite.  On windy days, herds of wild kites would be overhead.  My father had a bolt tied to spool of string.  He would whip the bolt around perpendicular to the ground and then release toward a kite.  The goal was to puncture the paper of the kite, hopefully without doing too much damage, and bring it to the ground.  I have no memory of him ever catching one.  I remember thinking "why don't we just buy a kite like everyone else?"