As the bones clinked together on the table I knew this was my favorite class. My wizened anthropology professor walked to the front of the room and carefully opened a tattered book and started telling of the safari he’d been on in African safari while studying ancient peoples and cultures. The book had been givenContinue reading “My favorite college class: Anthropology”
“It’s a good day to stay inside and leave the buffalo alone.”
The cold wind hit my Columbia jacket with a gust of unknown excitement as I circled wire into a double loop. Hint. hint. hasenpfeffer… I’m always up for a challenge. And when my dad doubted my idea of trapping rabbits I had a challenge. So I watched a couple videos on Youtube about making rabbitContinue reading “Traps and Coffee”
Quite a robust combination for a a robust year completed.
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