Winner South Dakota Would Fill Up For Pheasant Season
When fall hits the calendar, the first thing I think of is pheasant hunting season. Which is strange since I'm not a hunter. I have absolutely not one thing against hunting, in fact I came from a big hunting family. It just never, pardon the pun, 'tripped my trigger'.
But this time of year brings me back, back to the days I lived in Winner, South Dakota and also back to the days when me and my kids would stay in Winner.
I lived in Winner, South Dakota from 1974 through the end of 1977. It was the beginning of what has become my historic broadcasting career...or is that hysteric broadcasting career? Well, either way there I was in Winner.
And when that first fall hit, that first pheasant season in Winner, I found out one thing: This area is one great pheasant hunting area! I remember driving through the parking lot at the Warrior Inn just to see the license plates...Alabama, Wisconsin, Texas, Illinois, Louisiana. And the bars, the Peacock, Dicks and, yes, the Pheasant would fill up to the brim. At least that's what I was told, I, ahem, never went in them of course.
Fast forward several years later, it's the 1980's and '90's. I'm living in Brookings, then Rapid City, and the two people I love most in the world are living in Burke, not far from Winner. My kids, Jeremy and Jessie, were a wee bit younger then and every other weekend we would spend together at that very same Warrior Inn (They had an indoor pool, you see). But I found out something very quickly: Call Cheryl at the Warrior about a year in advance if you wanted a shot, not at a bird, but at a room. Sometimes we'd be lucky, sometimes not.
Come to think of it, kind of like hunting pheasant's I suppose.
I look back at those days with a warm mist of memory. And though I haven't been back to Winner in quite some time, I'm bettin' the town is getting ready to 'fill up' again soon. So I'll raise a Grain Belt Longneck to the hunter's and say 'Best of luck!'