In reply to ow arm:
The last clandestine pheasant I cooked I jointed into 8, seared in far too much butter, then braised low-and-slow with sausagemeat meatballs, beer, and one or two juniper berries, for a carbonnade-style stew.
The last above-board pheasant I cooked was peeled, not plucked, smothered in herb butter (thyme and sage from the windowsill), wrapped entirely in thinly-sliced then stretched-out streaky bacon (drag it across a chopping board with the flat of a knife), and roasted hot-and-fast.