The sound of my Stevens single shot 20 gauge right after a rooster pheasant flew out of a weed row while I was walking the edge of an un-picked corn field. Pheasant scared the living hell out of me and the 20 broke the early morning silence like a clap of thunder. I can still see the feathers floating to the ground and hear the tall wheat stubble in the next field rustling as the bird thrashed his wings for a few moments.. I walked home with the long tail feathers sticking out of my vest pouch.
