Actually, the weather wasn’t too bad most days, except for the horizontal snow and sleet pellets, howling winds, and freezing temperatures. As we tired but determined hunters forged forward upwind into a dense shelterbelt, the noses of the two black Labs sniffed out every pheasant cloistered in the dense undergrowth. Pushed from their hides, the birds reluctantly burst into flight ahead of us, only to quickly rise above the cedars, catch the gale, and sail at warp speed back behind us, usually without a shot being fired.
And so it went, as four gun scribes, two company reps, and a guide hunted in south-central South Dakota. It was late October, and conditions were typical of the area. As such, the pheasants had an advantage trying to evade the dogs, us,…