The gun hunting season started so unseasonably mild. I wondered about the hanging carcasses at various deer camps that I pass along the way to the office and whether the temperatures at night were enough to keep them from spoiling. It was so mild that I told my Thanksgiving guests to be sure and bring …
We were looking at a property on Yellow Lake this week and heard the squawking and honking of hundreds of birds nearby, only to see a blanket of white and gray birds covering the water several hundred feet down the shoreline. It’s migration time again! We jumped into our car and raced to the South …
Last night, when it was nearing the time to hit the sack and I was in the process of turning off lights, Dave rushed in from the deck, grabbed my arm and pulled me outside. He didn’t say a word, so my heart started to pound for fear that something was wrong. Once outside (and …
