A piece of wood hangs outside Linc Raahauge's pro shop, its rugged surface featuring a painted bird and an inscription stating "Pheasant hunting at its finest." It's a business sign, but it could just as easily be a family crest. The hunting club's namesake went into the pheasant-hunting business more than a half century ago, and the same grounds—2,400 acres of Northern California's countryside—now belong to Linc's son, Terry.

Mr. Raahauge chose an ideal setting. Rolling fields stretch in each direction, with not much else around save the occasional building, winding road, or shooting station. Here, pheasants and chukar partridges fly across the blue skies, as hunters below raise their shotguns under the gaze of expert instructors. For a bit of help, the family trains labradors to be fun and useful additions to hunting parties. Nearby, sporting clay stations launch rounds of 25 clay targets from trap houses, helping guests practice their hand-eye coordination.