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Opening morning of the spring firearms turkey season turned out to be a real bummer. I knew where everything I needed was located in the house and as I was getting ready, some of the items were not where they were supposed to be. I found all the clothing that I needed and got dressed and them the searching began. I knew where the shotguns were stored and got out my 12-Ga. that I intended to use. I had a shell vest with the ammunition I needed hanging on the front bedroom door. When I checked to make sure that I had the right vest, imagine my surprise to find 20-Ga. Shells in the vest. I couldn’t find the vest

Susan has given birth! Rejoice! First of all, Susan is my favorite creature on this farm after my kids and husband.  She’s loving, smart, funny, and it turns out she’s a pretty darn good mama. Susan is a pig. Susan was born on this place last March during a very cold snap in our first litter of piglets.  I was such a newbie farmer; I actually missed the wedding of one of my good friends from high school to stay at home and fuss over my sow and piglets.  She was one of a litter of eight, pretty average, and just randomly ended up being one of the piglets we kept.  As she matured a very distinct personality developed.  She

I always figured I’d end up on a stage in LA, and this past weekend it came to fruition. Of course the big city lights were replaced by sunrises and sunsets, the movie stars were instead friendly Cajuns, and Santa Monica Boulevard was a cypress laden bayou. Northern Louisiana is home to one of, if not the best, crappie fishing lakes I’ve ever visited. Lake D’arbonne is reminiscent of Reelfoot in that it is full of stumps, but where it varies is the bottom contours and channels, among other things. Looking at a detailed map of the lake shows dips, rises, ridges, ditches, flats, channels and so on. There are plainly marked boat lanes that allow you to run wide

Possibly the most abroad this Heartlander has ever been (it’s difficult to count the miles with your eyes clinched shut, gripped in fear because the jet-propelled, patchwork rust-bucket you’re crammed in is convulsing through the whatsos-sphere like a Chinese bottle rocket with a broken stick,) the St. John’s River might had well of been on another continent. The pristine, inter-coastal swamp offered a backdrop that would have been enough to make the trip worthwhile on its own, but the wildlife that inhabited the tranquil current, both above and below the water’s surface, was easily the main attraction. I was tucked in a quaint cottage overlooking the river at the Hontoon Landing Resort and Marina in beautiful West Volusia, Florida, and

Spring has finally arrived officially and in reality. I stayed outside for a while just as it was getting dark last night and listened to the sounds of spring’s arrival. The frogs were croaking and chirping and some of the late moving birds were singing and even a few bats were out trying to find insects. Also the hummers are back. Fishing for a while will be a big blah as the lakes are high with more rainfall predicted so they will remain above where the Corps of Engineers desire for this time of year. The rivers, Black River for an example is more than half-bank full at Poplar Bluff and fishing on that stream will be bad for quite