In Minnesota's pheasant hunting heyday, WCCO radio would broadcast live from the state's hinterlands on opening day, reveling in an event — in effect a state holiday — that was as much about community spirit as it was about the splendor, and magic, of roosters flushing into cobalt skies on October mornings.
This was in the 1950s and '60s, when pheasants, which exploded in Minnesota after World War II, gave Twin Cities residents opportunities — excuses, really — to hunt, and to celebrate, while returning to the farms and small towns where they grew up.
It helped that pheasants were wildly abundant.
In 1958, for example, more than 1.5 million roosters fell to Minnesota wingshooters, the continuation of a harvest bonanza that began as early as 1931, when 1 million pheasants were tallied during a state season that lasted only 10 days.
The multitudinous birds were byproducts of small farms surrounded by plentiful woodlots, intact marshes and weedy fence lines, at a time when crop fields were nurtured without the copious chemicals that are applied to the same lands today.
Opening-day wingdings a half-century ago even extended to American Legion posts, whose "shell committees" distributed ammunition to 25 Minnesota towns with a goal of killing 2,500 pheasants on opening weekend to feed 3,800 veterans.
"Shoot a pheasant for a vet!" exclaimed one sign at the Montevideo Legion in 1960.
Fast forward to 2022.