Reply #17: It's far more fun when it's wild

[krispos42]

On opening day (3rd Saturday in October), the birds are inexperienced and don't flee at the sound of a car door closing. They run instead, and you have to try to get them packed in enough to have no options but to fly away. One leaps into the air, a hunter fires, and the rest of the bevy panics and goes airborne. All of a sudden pheasants are at all points of the compass, cooing and cuckling while hunters cry out "rooster" or "hen" as required. They really do fill the sky sometimes, and you go into target overload. And then they are gone, and it's time to move off to a new field.

It can take all day (well, from noon until close to sunset) to fill your limit of three birds each.

Not surprisingly, Cheney is shooting fish in a barrel. It suits his personality. I mean, even if he can't walk very much, he can still hunt wild pheasants. He can be a blocker, and be part of the group that the other hunters drive the pheasants towards. All he has to do is stand there and hold a shotgun until the birds take flight. What a wuss. I bet he clubs baby harp seals while they are still in the aquarium.