Category: Outdoors

Those aren’t ants in my pants

It’s a little more than 17 miles of county roads–open fields, farm land, red barns, private air strips, luxury homes, views of the Blue Ridge mountains, moo cows, and lose-yourself hairpin turns–between Campbell’s covered...

Insurance fraud hail storm

On any given summer day in this fair suburban neighborhood, one could look out over the expanses of manicured fescue and Bermuda and find day laborers napping under giant sweetgums and oaks. They are...

Slower down the mountain

Several years ago, I was somewhere in Colorado (more than likely Copper or Breckenridge) and standing at the bottom of a run with several friends. We stood in the mountain air and worked on...

The gates of Tornado Alley

My grandparents are country folk, so it was no surprise when they moved from their little home in Springfield, Missouri to an old country community outside of Miller. It sits on the edge of...

Good thing I don’t hunt

On my drives back and forth from Springfield, MO to Columbia, MO this weekend, I realized that the deer population here is a bit out of control. I’m no hunter, but the number of...

Real estate

In 1889, they stood on the Texas and Arkansas borders and looked across into Oklahoma. Some men had horses. Some men had guns. All of them had their eyes on land. *** Lake Eden...

Wherein I squeal like a pig

Along Highway 76, better known as Longcreek Highway, there sits a bridge that goes nowhere.  It’s covered in kudzu and branches out from the main asphalt in such a way that even a first-time...