I just spent the last 5 days flanking, blocking, drinking, and making fun of a few of my favorite pals while pheasant hunting in South Dakota. The conversations ranged from Prince to politics to the foul origins of Jake's gassy emissions. There's something pretty special about the rolling hills and switchgrass out there. The wildlife runs aplenty and one liners keep a coming. We killed far more beers than birds, but getting out and seeing the country was just what I needed. I'm not about to trade in my city slicker-ness for bibs and a chaw, but i'll be back to visit next year for sure.
Much thanks to Garret and Al, our awesome hosts at the Medicine Breaks. Check them out if you want to see more birds than you ever though imanginable on 2,000 beautiful So Dak acres.
Things I learned while on this trip:
1. Blatz Light isn't terrible as far as shitty beer goes. I rate it above a Labatts or Busch Light any day.
2. Always get in practice with clay pigeons before the real deal. I couldn't hit the broadside of Oprah's bum on this trip.
3. Unless you love grey iceberg lettuce, pack veggies with you. The residents of So Dak don't seem to believe in them.
4. People in South Dakota can tell you're a flamboyant liberal by looking at you. There is absolutely no sense in trying to persuade them about politics. It ain't gonna work. I'm not speaking of our gracious hosts here, mind you.
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you're such a royal lot, with your sense of entitlement...leave the peasants alone!
Ha! fixed.
Good stuff, though I would venture to say that you could also say this as a broad generalization:
People in [Coastal City] can tell you're a flamboyant [conservative] by looking at you. There is absolutely no sense in trying to persuade them about politics. It ain't gonna work.
I do tend to make broad generalizations. Some of them are angelic creatures and some of them are harpies sent from the bowels of hell.
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