The pheasant season for wild birds was long closed, but on established shooting preserves it often lingers
through the end of March. It was December since I hunted in South Dakota, and there’s not much to do in
Missouri during March; so a Saturday afternoon of pheasant shooting was very welcome.
The first question, for me personally, was which gun; and it didn’t take long to decide – my old Parker double barrel.
The Parker is too heavy (9-1/4 pounds) to carry around much and it’s stocked too low for serious shooting (2″ drop
at comb and 3″ drop at heel); but there’s not much walking in a Continental Shoot, and it’s a fun shoot, rather than a
The Continental came to us from Europe and is a spinoff of the more traditional driven bird shoot. Pheasants are
released from the center of a large circle of fixed shooting stations, called butts, where shooters are assigned. Our
circle was 660 yards around with two shooters assigned every 66 yards. Since pheasants usually fly with the wind,
the shoot time was divided into five segments – with an equal number of birds released each time. At the end of
each segment, we rotated two stations; one shooter clockwise, the other counter clockwise, so as to move all the
way around the circle. This allowed everyone some downwind birds, and five different shooting partners. The total
number of birds released depends on the number of shooters, normally ten birds per shooter; but frankly, it’s what’s
in your wallet that counts and the shoot is planned for as many birds as the group is willing to pay for – in our case,
From the shooter’s perspective, behind the butts, the birds were all coming straight overhead, or slightly to the left or
right. We were two shooters per station, and split the sky in half. The birds were released one or two at a time, or
perhaps four or five. Sometimes it seemed like everything was coming our way, and other times – nothing. All in all, it
worked out pretty evenly.
In total, I fired 22 rounds and killed 8 birds; nothing to brag about, but I did purposefully drop two into the edge of
a pond behind the shooting butt – so we could watch a water retrieve. For me, it was a fun afternoon and a great
black powder pheasant shoot.
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