Stories
Bison for the Florida Plains?
Seventy miles off the west coast of south Florida is a tiny cluster of islands called the Dry Tortugas - dry because there is no fresh water on the islands and Tortugas because it was once a good place for mariners to gather sea turtles (tortugas) for food.
I Am Well Known for my Poor Memory
Times and places are fuzzy to me. I have to think hard to remember when I graduated from high school and can only remember two words from Spanish class. I can’t remember street addresses where I lived for decades or the names and faces of old girlfriends. I recall very few details of Christmases past.
Thanksgiving Redux
Sitting on the couch of our television room, watching CNN’s election coverage, I was oddly reminded of the first Thanksgiving. There was no pumpkin pie, squash, roast venison, or Indian corn. But there were a couple of Indians.
“Grass-Fed Bison Meat for Conscious Carnivores”
Our ethical and sustainable practices of humanely field harvesting our buffalo was briefly highlighted in the Food + Drink category found on the inspirational creative community of COOL HUNTING®. Give a read to Grass-Fed Bison Meat for Conscious Carnivores by Laura Neilson.
CNN Money: Buffalo Meat Makes a Million
A short piece in CNN Money highlights a milestone accomplishment when our small-scale operation reached our anticipated goal of $1-million in revenue.
The Red River Flows North
Early Sunday morning I talked on the telephone to a friend whose family owns a house along the Red River. The house is on the Minnesota side but now the river is all around them.
The Old Road of Discovery
I picked up a semi-truck in Louisville, Kentucky on a Tuesday night and had it back in the center of South Dakota before sunset the next day.
Last Week I Sat In on a Discussion
Last week, I sat-in on a discussion about carbon sequestration. You’ve heard about carbon sequestration. It’s a hot topic now that the world has finally agreed that humans are contributing, big time, to climate change.
The Organizers of a Book Signing
The organizers of a book signing in Aix-en-Provence invited Jill and me to a party in a lovely apartment in the center of town. There were mounds of pasta, wonderful greens, and lots of wine. Many of the other guests were food people and there were a few farmers in the mix.
