Category Archives: Blog Archive

I know the adage. Guns don’t kill people; people do. As a life-long hunter and gun owner I know there’s truth behind that oft-recited 2nd Amendment mantra. Before a firearm can turn on humanity, it needs to be held in … Continue reading →

As the light fades and the pumpkins orange, it’s hard not to look back on the summer and wonder how it passed by so quickly. Oh, this year, I was a little better at getting away: I managed two fishing … Continue reading →

Ashley, North Dakota. My old man, Harry, who is scheduled to enter his 87th year on this earth in a few days, and his buddy Bruce, have been coming to the Dakotas to duck and pheasant hunt for at least … Continue reading →

  I’ve been accused by many friends, family, and colleagues of being entrenched in the present, or worse yet, riveted in the past. There’s a grain of truth to the notion that I’m not the most adaptable person in the … Continue reading →

Rene’ and I have lived in the country for nearly thirty years. We’re city kids by heritage, folks who never raised a carrot or a pea or a potato until we wandered out to Fredenberg Township in 1984 on the … Continue reading →

  It’s been exhausting. Work has been demanding. School recently started up again and I’m spending Tuesday nights teaching Environmental Law to students at the University of Wisconsin-Superior. Monday night, Jack and I had our first Boy Scout meeting of … Continue reading →

  I missed a funeral this week. I didn’t want to miss it but I didn’t have much choice. The only thing you have to do is die and pay taxes… That’s an over-used phrase that isn’t really true, at … Continue reading →

        Yesterday. Rene’ scurried about the place cleaning bathrooms. I was busy manning our new Dyson Animal. With four dogs (only two of which frequent the inside of our home) and a wife who’s allergic to most … Continue reading →

  800. Eighty-plus. Fifty-two. Sixteen. A dozen. Ten. Eight. Eight again. Six. Five. Two. Two more. Those are some of the numbers associated with last week’s trek into the hinter lands of the Ontario taiga. For you non-adventurous types, a … Continue reading →

Seventeen intrepid floggers (that’s what golfers on our pasture-based course have come to be known) and a handful of walkers, gawkers, and spiritual advisers managed to find their way to the Munger Farm on the banks of the Cloquet River … Continue reading →