Opinion

“Bohemian Concrete. That’s what we’re going to need,” said one of my farmer friends. Boy, I hadn’t heard that expression since I don’t know when. It means that we’ll need the ground to freeze up hard enough to support all of the equipment when we start harvesting again. When will that be?

It seems to me the only voices being heard in this world are from big companies, big cities and big government. The news blasted on my car radio as I drove across the prairie a few weeks ago, “the nation’s Gross Domestic Product growth has risen to a booming 4.

October in South Dakota is a glorious month. I love the crisp mornings, chilly evenings and weekend sounds of marching bands in homecoming parades. And I truly love the annual gathering of family and Pheasant season in South Dakota is always a great experience. This year could be especially so.

It would be a serious understatement to say pheasant hunting is one of the most highly anticipated outdoor traditions in South Dakota, and its roots go back an entire century.

I stood with a blue marker in my hand writing on the white flip chart paper as I facilitated a community group that was brainstorming all the factors that needed to be true to accomplish their purpose of building stronger community connections.

I cannot grow a beard. Whenever I try, it looks like those photos we all have of our children the first time they grab a pair of scissors and give themselves, or their favorite doll, a haircut: bald spot here, 3 inches of scraggly growth there.

With a promising pheasant opener only ten days away, some shotgun talk is in order today. Is there a best gun? I think so. Picking the right gun is not easy.

Innkeeper, More Ale! Or Blackberry Brandy...Winter is on the Way Can you believe we are still hauling grass clippings to the rubble sight? When Marianne asks me to blow the snow off the lawn so she can mow, that is where I draw the line.

In recent columns, I have addressed the proposed grizzly bear hunt in Wyoming, the planning that went into the hunt, the abundance of bears, and the fact that my late August Wyoming elk hunt would be in the center of the grizzly bear activity. There’s bad news and worse news. First the bad news.

Thanks for the encouraging words I’ve received in regard to the upcoming cataract surgery that I am facing. My doctor was encouraging. In a talk that contained phrases like “a piece of cake”, “a walk in the park”, and “nothing to it,” he described the procedure. Well, of course he was encouraging.