This weekend, South Dakota will grow by almost 10% as pheasant hunters from around the world converge on our state for Opening Day. At least 75,000 hunters are expected to join the more than 50,000 resident hunters for this annual ritual of shooting our state bird.
There may be no greater migration, as a percentage, into one state for a single event - and it happens every year. This would be the equivalent of 3.8 million people coming to California, or 180,000 coming to Nebraska, or 1.2 million coming to Illinois for a single event. That's not the attendance, THAT'S people coming from outside the state.
This week, luggage claim areas at the airports in Sioux Falls and Rapid City fill with kennels and gun cases. The smaller airports around the state need air traffic controllers as private planes from around the country approach long concrete pads set between corn fields hundreds of miles from motels and car rental agencies.
Sporting goods stores sell enough blaze orange clothing, shells, gadgets and snacks to appear as though they have been looted by the end of the weekend. Some stores may do as much as 20-25% of their annual business in the next 20 days. Hunters will inject as much as $150 million into the South Dakota economy.
Locals will be ripping feathers and guts from the carcasses of dead ring-necks after hours, making a little extra money for the holidays or to pay tuition. It's likely that over 1 million pheasants will be shot this season in South Dakota.
This is our Super Bowl. This is our Final Four. While there are no blimps or sportscasters covering the action, that doesn't make it any less significant. God built our stadium - and He made it as wondrous as any of the monstrosities you can find in metropolitan areas across our country. He didn't include any luxury boxes, but we didn't spend a boatload of public money to build an arena for some ego-maniac owner!
I'm fortunate to live in the heart of the best pheasant hunting in the world. This is my favorite time of the year. I look forward to taking to the field with family and friends. I love the colors in the trees and the chill of fall in the air. I love spending the day in the field with my dog. I love the tradition of teaching the next generation about hunting. I love pheasant hunting.
Bring on the wiley ring-neck!
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