Outdoor writer Tony Peterson and I just returned from a four-day, tent-camp, seat-of-the-pants, public-land bowhunt in south-central South Dakota. Peterson had hunted a couple of the area’s sprawling walk-in ranches before, but for the most part we went in cold. We speed-scouted miles of rolling prairie and farmland, all cut by wooded draws trick with scrub oaks raining acorns. We hiked our treestands in and out, and banked on our best guesses to eventually pay off—and they did. It was a harried, exhausting adventure—but a ton of fun, and one of the most rewarding hunts I’ve done in a while.