Straight Outta Pierre | Blaze orange season meets the sugar patrol in South Dakota
A bonus round from Bo Hutchins: Sharp, snappy and South Dakotan — An anonymous shot of insight with a twist of sarcasm
It is that magical South Dakota season again, the one where our airports turn into fashion shows for wealthy men who usually think camouflage is a boutique in Aspen. If you are flying into Sioux Falls, Aberdeen or Rapid City this month and you are not wearing blaze orange or Mossy Oak, TSA may pull you aside to make sure you are all right.
The pheasant migration is in full swing, not the birds — the hunters. We will shoot around 1.3 million ringnecks this year, but only after more than a hundred thousand out-of-staters descend with brand new gear, rental trucks that still smell like Enterprise air freshener, and credit cards warm from the Cabela’s checkout line.
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