Nothing really compares to wild pheasants. Hours of walking, miles of ground. A good dog working a scent trail to the bird. And even when the dog is right there at the very end of the trail and the bird has nowhere to go, and you know it's coming, your heart still skips a beat when one of these colorful birds thunders off into flight. The sound, the color, the half second when your brain panics "is that a rooster?" that is what it is all about.