Survival Skills, More Than Just a Grocery Run
Late spring into early summer in southeast Nebraska brings a certain kind of shift in the air. Once the turkey woods go quiet and the humidity starts to climb, you’ll likely find me parked on a muddy bank with a big ole catfish pole in hand. While I’m sitting there swatting at mosquitoes the size of hummingbirds and keeping a sharp eye out for poison ivy, I often get to thinking about how much we …