I grew up on the Republican River. Or at least the stretch of it that runs directly through our ranch in the vary far Northwest corner of Kansas. I would say that the very foundation of everything I am lies within that riverbed. The animals that reside there, the trees that sprouted from the flood …
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Island Strangers (Part 2)
As I began to raise my hand to point the woman out to my grandpa, she disappeared into the treeline that she had been standing at the edge of. My grandpa made fun of me for a bit and finally my nerves slowly faded. But I couldn’t top thinking about how strange it was. The …
Island Strangers (Part 1)
As the ice was melting away from the glassy, pristine, Canadian lakes in 2017 my Grandpa Melvin, Uncle Dustin, and their long time friend Tyler were about to make their annual fishing trip to this specific lake. (they asked me not to share the name of the lake). There was one difference about this trip …