A year or two ago, I was pheasant hunting with my 2 nephews, 11, and 14. We kicked up a flock of birds, but didnt get a shot. We noted where they landed, and flushed them again, a short time later, again, too far ahead of us to get a shot. Again, we were able to determine roughly where they had landed, and AGAIN kicked them up. This time, after they had gotten up, I could hear something in the brush still. I postioned my nephews both where I figured a pheasant might fly if I went in after him. After a bit of eyeballing, I spotted a rooster pheasant hunkered down, appearently thinking he was hidden. Little did he know he was actually in arm's reach. I repositioned slightly(so I could make a grab without getting pecked), and warned the boys that if he was gonna fly, it was gonna happen now. I thrust my hands in, and sure enough, grabbed the rooster by the neck from behind! I thrust my new trophy in the air, much to the delight of my nephews. They've always thought Uncle Dave was a pretty good hunter, but little did they know he could successfully hunt pheasants without firing his shotgun!