Bobby Knight was on one of his frequent game bird excursions to Western North Dakota. Sid Hartman had introduced Knight to Tom Swanson, a car dealer from Minot and ardent hunter, and he became a Knight companion on these hunts.
"Knight walked the fields with the best of them," Swanson said Wednesday. "If you put the work in, Bobby was a firm believer that you didn't shoot another guy's bird."
Meaning, if the ringneck pheasant kicked up in front of a hunter, the first shots belonged to that person.
"Jack Brannon was one of Bobby's basketball scouts and an excellent outdoorsman," Swanson said. "They were very close friends. It was late and we were at the end of a field. It was the last hunt of a long day.
"A bird jumped up in front of Bobby. Jack got off a quick shot and put down the rooster. Bobby said, 'That was my bird, Jack.' "
Brannon did not immediately plead guilty and Knight became more heated. And finally, it came to this:
"Three of them had driven all the way in from Bloomington [Ind.]," Swanson said. "Now, Bobby said, 'A guy that hunts like that, he's not riding back home in a car that I'm in.' "
Knight stuck to it and Brannon was left in North Dakota. "He hung around for a week, and we hunted every day," Swanson said. "Bobby … when he made up his mind, he wasn't changing it."