The hunt climaxed at the senior center where the Yoder Women's Club hosted hunters with chili and miles and miles of homemade pies. (Canned fruit, tubs of whipped cream.) These little towns used to get a financial bump with the pheasant opener. The pie sale is a reminder of those old days. The best shot of the weekend came on Saturday when Jason, aka Mrs. Doubtfire, dropped a cock-bird at thirty yards without even pulling the trigger.