A big city lawyer went duck hunting. He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell into a farmer’s field on the other side of a fence.

As the lawyer climbed over the fence, an elderly farmer drove up on his tractor and asked the lawyer what he was doing.

The lawyer responded, “I shot a duck and it fell into this field, and now I’m going to retrieve it.”

The old farmer replied. “This is my property, and your not coming over here.”

The indignant lawyer replied. “I’m one of the best trial lawyers around, and if you don’t let me get that duck, I’ll sue you and take everything that you own.

The old farmer smiled and said, “Apparently, you don’t know how we do things in these parts. We settle small disagreements like this, with the Three Kick Rule.”

The lawyer asked, “What is the Three Kick Rule?”

The farmer replied, “Well, first I kick you three times and then you kick me three times, and so on, back and forth until someone gives up.”

The lawyer quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided that he could easily take the old codger. He agreed to abide by the local custom.

The old farmer slowly gets down from the tractor and walked up to the city fella. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy work boot into the lawyer’s groin, which dropped him to his knees.

His second kick nearly ripped the nose off his face.

The lawyer was flat on his belly, when the farmer’s third kick to a kidney nearly causing him to give up, but didn’t.

The lawyer summoned every bit of his will and managed to get to his feet and said, “Okay, now it’s my turn.”

The old farmer smiled and said,

“Naw, I give up, You can keep the duck!”

Cheyenne Ridge Signature Lodge is honored to introduce the newest member of our team.  Welcome Chef Daniel Coyt! 

Chef Daniel brings a touch of true Southern hospitality to our South Dakota hunting lodge, combining it with a phenomenal dining experience. Originally from Kentucky, Chef Daniel learned his early culinary skills from his mother and grandmother, furthering his skills through extensive research and “over the stove” experience.

His roasted pheasant breast with rosemary smashed reds recipe was featured in Southern Living Magazine, he has cooked for Jillian Michaels, celebrity personal trainer on NBC’s “Biggest Loser”, and he’s prepared dishes for Georgia Governor Sonny Perdue.  Mr. Coyt also cooked on several occasions for O’Neill Williams, whose “O’Neill Outside” hunting and fishing television show is broadcast on Sun Sports, South Sports and on WSB Radio in Atlanta.

When guests come here to enjoy pheasant hunting in South Dakota, Chef Daniel’s passion for cooking, fine wines and attention to detail will be evident at every meal.

We are truly pleased and privileged to have Chef Daniel and are excited for you to meet him!    You can read more about the dishes Chef Daniel will be creating for your South Dakota pheasant hunting trip at http://www.signaturelodge.com/diningroom.asp.  Check back soon as Chef Daniel will be sharing his insightful thoughts and wisdom on his blog.  Welcome to South Dakota, Daniel.

A father and son went walleye fishing one day. While they were out in the fishing boat, the boy suddenly became curious about the world around him. He asked his father, “How does this boat float?

The father replied, “Don’t rightly know son.” A little later, the boy looked at his father and asked, “How do fish breathe underwater?”

Once again the father replied, “Don’t rightly know son.” A little later the boy asked his father, “Why is the sky blue?”

Again, the father replied. “Don’t rightly know son.”

Finally, the boy asked his father, “Dad, do you mind my asking you all of these questions?”

The father replied, “Of course not.  You don’t ask questions, you never learn nothin’.”

The Wednesday-night church service coincided with the last day of deer hunting season. Our pastor asked who had bagged a deer. No one raised a hand. Puzzled, the pastor said, “I don’t get it. Last Sunday many of you said you were unable to make service because deer hunting trips. I had the whole congregation pray for your deer.” One hunter groaned, “Well, it worked. They’re all safe.”

What did the turkey say to the turkey hunter? “Quack! Quack! Quack!”

Today we are saying ‘farewell’ to Chef Carl.  After two years of service and dedication to our pheasant hunting lodge, he has decided to start the next chapter of his life.  The last two years Chef Carl has given us some wonderful memories.  He has introduced our palettes to all kinds of new and unique foods—all delicious I might add, wowed numerous guests with his masterpieces, made such beautiful arrangements on a plate that you nearly felt bad eating it, came up with phenomenal food displays and centerpieces, received outstanding accolades at showcases such as the Beretta Gallery and Pheasant Fest, has shared many pheasant recipes, written several great blogs (there are a few more to come from him) and brought joy to the Cheyenne Ridge Signature Lodge family.  Carl has been a pleasure to work with.  Thank you, Carl, for your hard work, loyalty and memories.  We pray all the best for you and yours for all the years to come.  Remember, our home is your home.  Here’s to the next chapter!

Some men go on a deer hunting trip and separate into pairs. That evening one hunter, Sam, returned to camp alone toting a 12 point buck. (Must’ve been hunting at Cheyenne Ridge Outfitters!)  “Where’s George?” one of the men asked, noticing that Sam had returned alone. “He’s about 6 miles back. He tripped and broke his ankle. I left him there ’cause I figured ain’t nobody ’bout to steal him.”

Two men antelope hunting were walking through the woods. One of them fell down and grabbed his chest like he was in great pain. His friend had a cell phone with and called the operator. He said, “I need help, I think my friend is dead.”  She said, “Calm down.  I can help! First, make sure he is dead.”  The operated waited, and then heard a gunshot. He came back on the phone and said, “Now what?”

An avid duck hunter was in the market for a new bird dog. His search ended when he found a dog that could actually walk on water to retrieve a duck. Shocked by his find, he was sure none of his friends would ever believe him. He decided to try to break the news to a friend of his, the eternal pessimist who refused to be impressed with anything. This, surely, would impress him. He invited him to go duck hunting with him and his new dog. As they waited by the shore, a flock of ducks flew by. They fired, and a duck fell. The dog responded and jumped into the water. The dog, however, did not sink but instead walked across the water to retrieve the bird, never getting more than his paws wet. This continued all day long; each time a duck fell, the dog walked across the surface of the water to retrieve it. The pessimist watched carefully, saw everything, but did not say a single word. On the drive home the hunter asked his friend, “Did you notice anything unusual about my new dog?” “I sure did,” responded the pessimist. “He can’t swim.”