gins, but when once on the wing they are quite swift 

 flyers. 



While I have said that the pheasants are aggravating 

 runners, this is principally so in the latter part of the 

 season. In the earlier parts they are commonly found 

 in the stubble fields, potato and other vegetable patches, 

 and usually in single broods. At such times I have 

 found them to lie quite well to the dog, not flushing 

 until closely approached, and running but little except 

 when winged. They are then easy shooting, but the 

 fine size of the bird and the beautiful plumage of the 

 cocks give a zest to the sport and a pleasant distinc- 

 tiveness which every sportsman will be pleased to add 

 to the list of upland shooting he has engaged in. 



To those who wish to spend a season on these hand- 

 some birds, Oregon, especially, offers an attraction 

 which goes far beyond its good supply of pheasants. 

 During the open pheasant season the climate of Oregon 

 is as near perfect as one can ask. That season of the 

 eastern states that has been idealized in verse, and is 

 known as Indian summer, finds its superlative in the 

 early fall of Oregon. The sun shines brightly, but with 

 its rays softened by its sub-equinoctial position; the 

 air is mild, clear and invigorating, and the golden hues 

 of the stubble field, the yet bright green of the grassy 

 pastures, the rich tints of the dying autumn leaves, all 

 framed in the blue-green fringe of the near-by pines 

 and firs, produce a picture strikingly beautiful and al- 

 ways enjoyed. It is in this delightful season with such 

 a picture on every side, heightened by an occasional 

 glimpse of some towering mountain peak with its crown 

 of eternal snows, that the sportsman of Oregon lays 

 aside the cares of life and lives in an elysium during 

 his pheasant-shooting days. The setting of the stage 

 is as much to the play as the acting. So with our days 

 after game. The invigorating air we breathe, the beau- 

 ty of the landscape, the stateliness of the forest, the 

 rugged grandeur of the mountains, the soul-inspiring 

 picture of our dogs on point and back, lends more to the 

 real enjoyment of the day than does the size of the 

 bag we carry home. 



Color Male The male of the Mongolian pheasant 

 can not be confounded with any other game bird in 

 America. Its very long tail feathers from fifteen to 

 twenty inches will always prove a distinguishing mark. 

 Its rich metallic colors of black, cinnamon, chestnut and 

 ocher give it a combination of hues surpassing that of 

 any other of our game birds. 



