There is a state wildlife area less than four miles from where I grew up in north central Ohio and every year they stock young pheasants. I remember my first hunt there at 12. We parked on the access road got out and readied the dogs. As we started down and across the first field we had several birds go up. That's when the clowns on the road above us started shooting over our heads at the birds we just kicked up. I've seen it happen again and again as I continued to hunt that place growing up.