The third Saturday of October long had a festive air. From way back that's been the first day of pheasant hunting season in South Dakota. For many years family would gather to walk corn fields and shelterbelts in pursuit of pheasants. Before we were married Joanne even joined to walk along. Then we got married and she said "I don't have to do that anymore." 😊 She loved to cook pheasants as a company meal.
Today I went hunting solo though that's not quite accurate because Trygve accompanied me. While he's a great companion there is not the same festive experience but, hunt we did. The good news is that, though we didn't hunt very long in the 23 mph wind, we saw quite a few pheasants. It was also a lovely walk, except for the wind, though I never fired a shot. Wind makes the pheasants spooky because they can't hear the approach of predators, including hunters, as well. Consequently they fly up father away. The wind also annoys the hunter because it's unpleasant.
It's been years since I was resident in this hunting country. The hunting season is long, lasting until the first Sunday in January. So, this fall, I will have much opportunity to hunt therefore didn't feel a need to prolong hunting today in the strong wind. As has been said in another context "tomorrow is another day."
Takk for alt
Al
Trygve with his hunting haircut.
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