The pheasants were raised on Charles' property specifically for this purpose, and we enjoyed checking out the young ones from time to time. We can always hear them clucking (or whatever you call it) at night. It seems that all the shooters pay for the privilege of joining the hunt, except for Charles since they use his land. And Charles didn't do any shooting, but came along as a "brush-beater" (more on that below).
Our landlord, Charles Peers. He wears almost exactly this outfit, except for the vest, when working on the farm every day. It's fantastic.
Charles and one of his two sons. We call him "the skinny son" because we can't remember either of their names. He comes to the farm every morning to gather eggs.
The crew gathering in Charles' driveway.
Both Charles and his daughter-in-law, seen here, served as "brush-beaters," meaning that they make a lot of noise and beat the bushes with sticks to make the pheasants fly up into shooting range.
The baby on her back slept most of the time, including during the gunshots!
Pheasant in flight.
A hunting dog. He helps by retrieving shot pheasants when they fall into the brush or the water.
I believe you can see the whole set of these photos on Flickr by clicking here. Let me know if you can't.
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