I took Cooper and Porter to the old ranch the other day. We were shooting at targets when Coop noticed the pheasants running everywhere. He asked, "Can I hunt one dad?" I said sure knowing that he rarely hits a still target from 15 feet. So, we sneek through the "East" field and locate a bunch of birds. Cooper shoots twice and misses twice. Then, he tells me he is going to hit a big colorful boy pheasant. Sure enough, his next shot hits the bird in the pic. To finish off the experience, we clean the pheasant, take it home, and eat it for dinner. The boys loved it and tell everyone it tastes "just like chicken".