I'm the first person to say, you can't eat the antlers. For me, hunting has never been about getting the biggest deer, or trophy hunting. ut I do gotta say, it does feel pretty good to finally have a rack to show off.
It's looking like the first full week of the month is bringing us clear skies, highs around 73, and lots and lots of sunshine. I'm soaking up every second of it.
I got to see this last April when my fiancé and I were talking a walk in Holdingford checking out the covered bridge on the Lake Wobegon Trail. We parked in a nearby lot, and right by my car was this large piece of petrified wood and I gravitated to it like a moth to a flame.
I was craving lake time so bad that I took an alternate route on my way home last weekend just so I could stop by the lake and see if that would cure me.
It was a picture perfect summer day and there were a handful of other people in the park that exchanged smiles and modest waves as we passed on the path.
The second an abnormally dark cloud rolls into our viewing area we are standing under an open garage door with necks craned to the sky.
There is no better way to spend a hot Saturday afternoon than floating on a sunshine drenched lake in Minnesota.
The area boasts a rich history of battling Native American tribes, religious missions, fur traders, oxcart trains, and even a population of 600 at its height.
The 186 foot bridge was built in 2008 by the town's Lions Club, and since there is no motor vehicle traffic on the trail, guests checking out the bridge can enjoy it at their own pace.