Al Dickman sent in this, the as-so-far longest and first Westerly facing arrow on behalf of the business he runs with his buddy Garrett Garnos The Medicine Breaks Pheasant Outfitters.
Last fall, between whiskey shots, ZZ Top air-guitaring and some friendly yet heated political pontificating, Al and Garrett introduced me to the fine art of pheasant hunting. We must have seen 300 birds a day while walking through some of the most beautiful prairie breaks in South Dakota.
"Enclosed is our humble contribution to your MASH pole. It is crafted of the finest pine found lying around our basement and was carefully painted with knock off brand Q-tips. The feathers may require a dab of glue or some shit to ensure they survive the harsh climate your berg is known for. I opted for just Presho as opur business's name is quite wordy, but that will happen when the owner is a long-winded attorney. Should the feathers blow away or just get mangy you can replace them with a fresh kill of your own after you're out here dropping cocks this fall.
Best wishes to you and your community."
It should be noted that the packaging for the tail feathers included a note stating, "you know where to stick this." Indeed. Indeed, I do.
Thanks, gentleman, see you in the fall.