Back in the late sixties and early 70's when I lived in New Jersey I used to hunt with friends at a place called Flatbrook, actually it was Big Flatbrook which was a nice trout stream, the surrounding fields were stocked with pheasants by the state. They used to stock them at twilight when you could not hunt. By shooting time the next day we would take the dogs and go after them, I remember more than once, the dog going on point and no bird would flush, the dog would go in and pick a pheasant up with no head. Some of the birds were still warm. I found out that owls would rather swallow the heads that any other part, more protein in them. Some one gave the Great Horned Owl a good name, Tiger of the Sky.
