My Grand-Daddy once decided to raise some pheasants on the farm I'm now caring for. He wired off the windows on a tenant house and bought a bunch of pheasant biddies. They were growing just fine until they began to mature. Then they began killing the weaker ones and cannibalizing them.

He said he couldn't stand the sight of what was happening and opened the doors to let them all go. For weeks the pheasants ran up and down the ditches along the red clay roads. Folks came from all over to shoot pheasants. Far as I know they got'em all because I've never seen one since...Geo