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This week’s column will venture into a different direction than normal as I intend to give some wisdom from the Woods that gets away from hunting and fishing. How about flower growing? Our house is at the end of a private lane off Butler Co. Road 415 and there is timber lining the driveway all the way to the house. When visitors approach the driveway, they see a sign that lists some of the items available from Maggie’s Farm & Hatchery. Maggie is our great-granddaughter and approaching her third birthday. Their house is less than 100 yds. from ours and that little rascal routinely visits us with her dogs in tow. When we moved out here in 1979, there was

When the subject of stream fishing pops up, there are lots of trips that come to mind.  Probably the most interesting is one I took with co-worker Al Looper, years ago on upper Black River.  What a mistake it was.  Al insisted on taking the trip with his 14ft. Lone Star.  We were going to fish an area that I was not really familiar with, Mill Springs to Williamsville. I could vaguely remember being on that stretch of water with my brother Richard one time and didn’t remember too much about the river as I did most of the paddling.  We had taken two vehicles and left my station wagon at the take-out point and were going to drive back

Colonel Sanders was “over the hill” at age 80 when he started Kentucky Fried Chicken. I’m over 80 now and re-starting my weekly outdoor column. I have never given a complete story about my outdoor activities, so as a start of this new writing experience, this is how it all began and developed as my life took several turns along the way as almost everyone’s has. Following after my dad, my first hunting remembrance is of going rabbit hunting after a snowfall when I was probably four years old. I had to walk in dad’s boot prints to keep my footwear from getting wet. That hunt produced some squirrels that a dog, who joined us after we got in the