they were having a "ground defense" war game, had the generators going, lifers all over the site, and nobody heard a thing. I had a couple of cans of 7 up, in each of my parka pockets. I saw the hen pheasant twitch a bit, as my dog passed her, on a 6 ft long leash. Because of the fastened, very long parka, I had my 1911 in my hand, cocked and locked, in the pocket. I'd brought the pop up for some friends, but had not yet seen them to deliver it. It couldnt be just left anywhere, because the Korean soldiers would probably steal it. I yanked Duke back and clear with my left hand, pulled out the 1911 and fired with my right hand. She flopped a bit, Duke pinned her, and I retrieved the dead bird. Later, we "fondued" her, in vegetable oil, on a hot plate, in the barracks, and that bird was every bit as tough as a radial tire tread. Couldn't chew the sob at all. I later found out that shooting a pheasant in Korea was a 5 year jail term, for Koreans at least. 
