Yes, but my wife hates me for it.
I had raised a bunch of ring neck pheasants. I started out with 12 dozen chicks. After dogs, owls, and God only knows what, I ended up with maybe 3 dozen. A buddy helped me butcher the survivors and we saved likely-looking feathers so we could tie flies.
Being a person who lives his life by the motto "Anything worth doing is worth over-doing" I had about a 5 gallon bucket of them.
They were nasty and wet, so it seemed reasonable to put them in a gunny sack and toss them into first the washing machine and then into the dryer. My wife still mentions (my 44 year old daughter was 8 at the time) that fiasco and how she was picking feathers out of our clothes for weeks. She can be so picky sometimes.
George and I used the feathers to tie several flies with the surviving feathers. We tried them out. They were lousy. Neither of us were avid fishermen, so we gave up on it quickly.
Another brilliant idea shot squarely in the butt.
John

