Since Christmas time I have been craving Pheasant meat. The song about the 12 days of Christmas, which just so happened to be our resident toddlers favorite at the time, mentioned a partridge in a pear tree. Every time I would hear it my mouth would water as I thought of the sauces and gravy that I could prepare with a good roasted pheasant, every time that song would play it annoyed me so much. The reason it annoyed me was that we've seen pheasants around here so many times and I really wanted to hunt some. Over the past few months I haven't devoted much to those fowl thoughts (pun intended), but then today Me, Mike and Christian saw two , guessed it, pheasants right next to our car, we stopped and opened the door, and they took off, arggghhh. So close yet so far, if only I had a sling shot with me I would have at least gotten one of them, sigh.