In 1889, the very first Joe Tegethoff, my Great Grandfather, climbed down from his covered wagon and called South Central South Dakota home. The shoulder-high grasses that he found here and loved are the

same grasses you will experience as well when you hunt our farm that has been retired from conventional row-crop farming. My family, with the help of the Federal CRP and WRP programs, have re-seeded 1,000 acres of the prairie pot-hole region. Ten minutes into your hunt on our exclusive private pheasant paradise, you will understand why my Great Grandfather Joe fell in love with this grass-covered creation in 1889. He stopped his search for land, called this wilderness his home, and my family has been calling this area home ever since. On the land we’ve retired for hunting, you will see the vast prairie stretches.

Out in front of you just like he (great Grandpa Joe) saw it, thanks to the Federal CRP and the Wetland Restoration Programs that strive to protect and preserve the natural grasslands and water slews that our abundant wildlife call their home.

Even before the wily Ringneck Pheasants begin to explode from their native cover, you will understand why pheasants live in South Central South Dakota. It’s the habitat that matters, and we own 1,000 acres of that perfect habitat for you to play on as long as you like. As you can see in the old photo (photo #1, that’s me holding a BB-gun and wearing the army hat next to my Grandpa Ben with the fox), my family has been chasing the ringnecks around on this little piece of heaven all our lives, and we now have decided to share it with you.

Dakota, I invite you to stop by the farm whenever you get in my area for a tour of the Midwest before corn, wheat, and soybeans got here. I’d love to show you around.

My Grandpa Ben was inviting “out-of- stators” to hunt with us as far back as the early 1960s. Pictured with my grandfather is one of our first hunting friends, Cliff Hafer from Louisiana. Cliff hunted with our family every year for over 30 years.

Hunters, and sometimes their whole families, would travel to South Dakota for their once in a lifetime pheasant hunting experience. Most of the hunters came back year after year to our little country farm in late October and November. Photo #3 is another picture of Cliff Hafer (the self-proclaimed Louisiana Coon-Ass), my Grandpa Ben, Freddie, and my Dad. My brother Ray is on his knees proudly displaying the day’s harvest of ringnecks and varmints.

As the years rolled on as they do, the 1970s ushered in faster cars and trucks along with a larger crowd of friends every fall. Here, in photo #4, is my Grandpa Ben in his later years, but still hunting, along with my Dad, my two brothers and that’s me on the far right.

In 2001, I purchased the family farm, and in 2008, we seeded it to native grass and we started the South Dakota Ringnecks guiding service.

My family in 2008, as well as me kneeling with two of our shorthairs. We would love to show our farm to you for your next hunt of a lifetime, so just give me a call any time to discuss your needs.



Thanks just for looking,
Joe Tegethoff,