Got an invite from a friend to join their group on a farm they've hunted for a dozen years. 10,000 acres, mostly contiguous. Cat-tail sloughs and pockets in about every field. 100% wild birds. On the drive up we hit some public areas, got a couple birds, numbers about like I'm used to in Kansas. Then, we hunted Friday, Saturday, Sunday at the destination. 13 of us limited out in a 4 hours on Friday, 5 hours on Saturday.
Sunday, we saved the 'slough'. 2 miles of winding cattail bottomed slough, up to 1/4 mile wide, narrowing down some from that. 11 of us pushing, a truck on each side staying in front and blocking key bends and escape areas. I bet in that 2 miles there wasn't more than 2 or 3 minutes at any given time that a pheasant wasn't in the air, often 20 or 30 in the air at a time. 2 1/2 hours to walk that. 30 miles an hour winds in your face is miserable, but you totally forgot about that.
South Dakota truly spoiled me from what I am used to.