Of the many reasons to chase pheasants in autumn, and the list is long, the explosion of these birds from cover at nearly incalculably rapid rates — the flush — is cited most often by hunters who wear out boot leather each fall pursuing Phasianus colchicus, the ring-necked pheasant.
That quest continues Saturday when Minnesota's 2016 pheasant season opens at 9 a.m. It's then that some 75,000 wingshooters will step into the state's grasslands, roadsides and harvested corn and soybean fields, their shotguns loaded and their hopes high.
Ahead might scamper a dog or two, perhaps a Labrador, springer spaniel or German shorthair, each with its nose to the ground, scouring the hinterlands for their quarry's scent.
Only the gaudy male pheasants, or roosters (also called cock birds), of the species are legal fare, and these florid specimens, with their red faces, iridescent blue-green necks accented by brilliant white rings, chestnut breasts, golden wings and long coppery tails, are readily distinguished from the duller, more buff-colored hens.
Doug Lovander of Willmar, Minn., and his two dogs, one an English pointer, the other an English setter, already are camped in South Dakota in a recreational vehicle, awaiting that state's pheasant opener Saturday.
They've been in the Mount Rushmore State since Sept. 1, hunting sharp-tailed grouse.
Like tens of thousands of other uplanders, Lovander is drawn to prairie landscapes in autumn not only by the presence of game birds, but by the endorphin rush that attends long walks alongside his two canine buddies, Sam and Buster, beneath brilliantly azure skies.
As a bonus, sometimes at day's end these hikes are punctuated by the distant yipping of coyotes and the otherworldly rising of a giant October hunter's moon, against which, oftentimes in Minnesota and the Dakotas, skeins of migrating waterfowl are silhouetted.