This picture is from Brother Bill Pfisterer. He organized the hunt.
The pheasants were so fat, farm raised, that they could hardly fly. We could have probably caught them by hand. We were much slimmer and faster in those days, but much more hung over!
A big black Pheasant flew over Joe Palmer’s head, he shot at it, and put a hole right through the bird. The hole was the size of a fist, and you could see right through the hole.
(Click the image to see a larger version. Many thanks to Brother Martin Dunbar who sent in this photo & the above comments.)