At its core, pheasant hunting is a simple pursuit. You, plus maybe a couple of buddies, and a dog tromp through the uplands and lowlands flushing roosters. You walk until you shoot your limit and then ...

“We’ll flush about 150 birds today,” I told my new friend M.D. as we loaded our guns by his truck. A recent transplant to pheasant country at the time, M.D. raptly surveyed the wide fields, trying to ...