Reason 2.
No, really. We love hunters.
That sign will great you as you head down the escalator at the airport, entering Pheasant Country. We don't screw around when it comes to pheasant hunting season.
Our baseball team even changed its name to the Fighting Pheasants from the ferocious, terrifying, heartless.... Canaries. One of these is more fitting. An easy test to tell if someone is from Sioux Falls... They'll pick the wrong one.
Oh, no!!! We have to play THEM!?!
Shockingly, everyone in town was infuriated when they changed the name. Most of these people hadn't been to a game a decade, and it was the first time the team was making headlines in years. I guess that the people here don't want to scare other teams away. They want to lovingly invite them in with an annoying, small, yellow pet bird.
Here's "Cagey's" mean look. ANGER!!
Anyway. Pheasant hunting is one of the only reasons many folks even know South Dakota is a state. When I tell people where I'm from, I get as many people saying, "Ah, Mt Rushmore!" as I do, "I've gone there every year since I was born to shoot birds." I realize pheasants aren't restricted to SD, but... Let's face it. Does your airport have enough pheasant hunters coming to town that they would invest in a gigantic sign to welcome them? Our pheasants are clearly better.
"Come here, or else!!!"