A Nye of Pheasants in North Dakota

By Stephen Cote

Sometime ago I embarked on a cross country adventure with my dad to hunt pheasant in North Dakota. Starring grumpy old men, wet dogs, whiskey, and unexpected circumstances.

This is a short travelogue of about 4,500 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stephen Cote
• Release date: Apr 13, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005068806

Stephen Cote

I am a software and security architect and manager. I enjoy writing hard and whimsical science fiction, adult fantasy, and poetry. As an early advocate of Creative Commons licensing, many of my short stories and poems have been available online since 1996.If you would like to learn more about my writing, open source projects, please contact me at [e-mail].

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A Nye of Pheasants in North Dakota

Stephen W. Cote

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A Nye of Pheasants in North Dakota

When I was a nascent teenager, my dad’s idea of bonding was to take me duck hunting. Thirty some years on I have selective hyperthymesia about those experiences. For example, I don’t recall the first bird I downed, but I can visualize the moment when I tracked a duck to the waterline and obliterated one of the decoys. My recollection of the hunting camp is a bit fuzzy, yet I can feel bloody down on my fingers, detect a whiff of entrails, and hear the sound of offal pattering in some stagnant wintry puddle. I can smell sagebrush spice in frigid winter air from when I stomped around trying to keep warm, feel the chill through wet knit gloves, and the ice blasting my toes through unlined rubber hip-waders and two layers of socks to the tune of my dad celebrating the miracle