From Pierre we headed to Watertown, SD. This journey was made exclusively on state highways. The trip got me thinking about hunting. So many of my students at UND proudly talk about waking up at 5am on cold fall days to go on epic hunts for pheasants. I accepted these stories. Until now. The state roads were LOUSY with pheasants. Seriously, every few yards there seemed to be another group of the birds. And they were VYING for the chance to self-immolate on the engine of my Pontiac. Eric was certain we were going to have another "bald eagle" situation like we did in Alaska. (I think I hit a ptmarigan, but Eric chose to play up the worst case scenario from the passenger seat). Somehow we made it to Watertown without contact, but it was close. And I have a new & total lack of appreciation for pheasant hunters.