Dad used to tease me about the killer pheasant. We were hunting an open area moving towards their hidey place. As we got closer a rooster pheasant busted out wings back beak open and aimed right at me. He charged me as if he was going to kill me and eat me. I had those same intentions but was laffing so hard Icouldnt get a shot off. He got as close as my feet so I booted him and watched him run off. Dad didnt get any shots that day, he couldnt stop laffing and crowing at me
