I’m not a pheasant plucker
I’m the pheasant plucker’s son
And I’ll sit here plucking pheasants
Until the pheasant plucker comes

(Now say that three times fast :D)

This story involves pheasant hunting with the intent to eat the birds afterwards which I appreciate isn’t everyone’s thing? (IT’S NOT HUNTING KINK THOUGH DEAR GOD IS THAT A THING???) Personally I’ve always felt like you have the moral higher ground if you can actually kill the animal you eat instead of cowards like me who just buy it in a store/restaurant.