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We moved to our farm in the spring of 2012.  It was a welcome change of pace from living in the center of Poplar Bluff.  Admittedly, the first summer I did miss being 5 minutes or less from grocery stores, pizza that was delivered and reliable high speed internet.  However, the sheer amount of space, the great reduction in traffic, neighbors who didn’t come home at 3am and yell at each other outside my bedroom window, and just being in nature was way more important. I grew up in the country.  My parents had a small farm with a few animals and I considered myself a farm kid.  I soon discovered just because I grew up on a farm and

As you can imagine, I don’t see much of my family this time of year outside of my wife and son, with all the traveling and working and whatnot. My mother and step-dad, Charlotte and Perry Jackson, are always generous hosts up in Jackson, MO, so we figured we should take a weekend and go visit. Completely unbeknownst to me, Perry planned a fishing trip for us over in the Land of Lincoln, and I thought it would be rude to refuse! Fishermen often ask me how to go to new lakes and be successful, and I always tell them the same thing, start by researching as much as you can. While Kinkaid is not a new lake to me,

Mother Nature has finally given some indication that the weather patterns are returning to their normal routines and spring is here.  My memory is still good but I have vague recollections of hunting Easter Eggs in the snow one year when I was a little kid. I had a couple of ideas about what to write about but an old Missouri Conservation magazine changed those thoughts to something more urgent.  People have been asking me when to put out hummingbird feeders. My wife is anxiously waiting another week and then the first feeder will go out with a small amount of food for the “scouts” that will appear ahead of the migration of hummers that surely will come sometime early

I promise that this is the last time my report comes from Mississippi, that is of course unless I get another opportunity to go, in which case I apologize ahead of time, because I’ll be down I-55 faster than you can say “Man that’s a huge crappie!” This past weekend was the Bass Pro Shop’s Crappie Master’s tournament on my home away from home, Lake Washington, Mississippi. You’d think that after having been there the prior week, and with three more days to pre-fish for the tournament, I’d have the crappie absolutely pinned down, but you’d be wrong! It is called fishing, not catching, and there is a reason for that my friends. We couldn’t sell thousands of different colored

I started to kick off this article with the statement that I am often unorganized but as I think about it, my wife will disagree with that and say that I am always unorganized. That came to light when I finished reading an article in the DAR about the Southeast Missouri Sportsmen’s annual membership meeting and dinner.  I had a clipping from the DAR that was more than 40 years ago about one of the organizations most successful events. When I looked in the envelope where I had seen it last, it was gone.  I knew it was in the envelope, but it wasn't there. After a frantic search, it was found and included below. The adults in the picture are