, Honk   At some point in the beginning of our relationship, we stopped calling geese, “geese.” When we would be down at the creek with the dogs, the first person to hear them would shout “honkers!” to the other and point in their general …

Half of my heart belongs to dips… Dips of all kinds. Hot dips, cold dips, dessert dips. Anything I can scoop with a chip, cracker or even a spoon (don’t judge). There is just something about eating your weight in cheesy gooey goodness that soothes …

Hogs… hmmm   This spring I get to tag along on my first pig hunt. I’m going to be honest, I’m a little nervous. My imagined version of a wild boar stems from Old Yeller. As a child watching the beloved T.V. pup get “the …