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I am the kind of man who definitely deserves from time to time to have people shake their heads in disbelief when I do the things I do. I got busy working on whatever I was doing last Monday morning and I forgot to eat lunch. You can ask my wife for verification, but this…

People expect us outdoor writers to write about catching fish, even when it is hot. So a week ago I took my boat down to the nearby river above the lake and paddled up to where flowing water was coming in. A favored spot, it was, where I have hauled in some nice bass over…

The longer I live, the more convinced I become that you and I are beings who don’t know how simply to exist in the moment in which we’re living. Time has done a number on us. We somehow find ourselves continuously living in the present, but with our minds pointed at the past and anticipating…

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” – Ferris Bueller from the movie “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” I had dreaded this day for months and yet, here it was. As I walked through the halls one last time a lump as big as…

Most of the time when I write a column, readers know I am about to opine on something having to do with the state of our great nation. This week is not one of those times. While writing this column several emotions have hit. It reminds me of the ringtone on my phone for my…

These past few days have marked the beginning of an important time of the year: the ‘Back-to-School shopping season.’ No help from Santa on this one, folks. Watch for sales, maybe catch a ta-free weekend and I hope for the best. So this little inquiry will get me in trouble with elementary teachers everywhere, but…

A news photographer was assigned to get some video of a gigantic forest fire. Because of the dense smoke at ground level, his editor hired a light plane for aerial views. The photographer was told that the plane would be waiting for him at a small rural airfield. So, the photographer drove to the airfield…

A few days back, I went home from the newspaper office to get a little lunch. When I arrived at my house, my wife and her mother were shucking corn, silking it and cutting it off the cob for blanching and freezing. Yes, I’m a spoiled man. All year long I eat the good corn.…

When I went to School of the Ozarks College in the early summer of 1965, I was only 17 years old. A counselor in high school had applied for me and in late May of that year I was notified that I hadn’t been accepted. If you want to talk about miracles, consider this one.…

You say to yourself, ‘Self – This summer will be the time to polish off that long list of things you need to get done.’ Summer comes, and summer goes, and you look one last time at that list and say, ‘Self – You barely scratched the surface of this list.’ Summer never comes, at…