In my bunker shooting heyday, one of the people we shot with regularly shot a Remington 1100 F Grade Trap with gold inlays, one of which was a pheasant. As the referee called a station change, the shooter next to him noticed that the head of the gold inlayed pheasant had popped off his gun. Since it was practice round, the referee allowed a stop for a few minutes until the precious head was found. It reminded me of a woman losing a diamond out of a ring; three of the shooters on their hands and knees combing the grass borders of the concrete pad. I'm not sure if it had happened in registered competition that he would have been allowed to look for it just then.
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