Every year we go pheasant hunting in Kansas. I have been going since eighth grade and my family has been going since the 50's.
Of all the birds we have killed, I remember two strange ones:
1. Three years ago, we were at the end of a field and all the birds were flushing in front of the blockers. One cock flushed and hit a telephone wire and snapped its neck. Dropped deader than a door nail, no shots fired. We still had to count it in our limit even though no shots. :eek:
2. About ten years ago we were hunting and put some of the harvested birds in a car trunk. We went to to clean them before lunch and opened the trunk and guess what flew out, apparently unhurt. Talk about scaring the life out of me. :eek: I think I lost ten years. :wink:
I love pheasant hunting!!!!!!