Out in the dining hall, about 150 hunters mingle with locals. You want Texas icons, you got 'em: handlebar mustaches, rodeo vests, giant belt buckles, and pressed denim shirts at five in the morning. I wander over to a tall, bearded Fort Worth hunter named Mike Adams, who tells me that he first discovered Panhandle pheasant hunting back in 1972. "I've got loads of big-game rifles--6mms, '06s, you name it," Adams says. "Haven't fired a one since I found this place. I just laid them all down to go pheasant hunting."