Mid October means one thing in the Upper Midwest: pheasant season.
I had to travel damn near south of the border (Iowa not Mexico) to get to the nether regions of the corn belt, a six hour drive south from the Roughfisher Command Post. Southwestern Minnesota is prime country for ditch chickens. Hopefully I'll get a shot at these tasty exotics before the rain comes rolling in from the west.
When it comes to the issue of animal rights, pheasants have rights: the right to be served with bacon, onions, and wild rice.