The pheasant in the picture has a 29 ¼-inch tailfeather, by far the longest I have ever seen attached to a pheasant I shot. While I subscribe to the "every bird is a trophy" school (especially in these days of low populations), this feather is so ridiculously much longer than a normal pheasant tailfeather that I'm very excited about it. It towers over the others in my tailfeather jar as a reminder that a day that starts badly can get much better. First, on my way to the field near Riverside, Iowa, (which calls itself "The Future Birthplace of Captain James T. Kirk.") the grain truck ahead of me on the highway shot a rock into my Jeep's windshield, cracking it to the tune of a $304.85 replacement.