I must preface this article by emphatically stating I have no idea what I am writing about today. With this said, I have in fact pondered, read, and made mental notes regarding observations and statements made by countless individuals whom I regard much more informed than I am.
“There are some who can live without wild things and some who cannot. Like winds and sunset, wild things were taken for granted until progress began to do away with them.”-Aldo Leopold.
The subtle change that caught my attention was barely notable, but it was just enough to let me know it was time to return. It wasn’t the inner restlessness that triggers migration, however the analogy is somewhat fitting.
For Jeff North’s opening column for this season he has submitted a guest article from a south delta farmer.
The allure of hunting true bottomland swamps is almost sacred. Wedged deep within creeks and rivers are areas that most people seldom venture. Thick canebrakes and ancient hardwoods hold treasures that most never get to see, much less collect.
