It’s the first day of December and I’m sitting here with a hot cup of coffee and a broken left foot from tripping over an old woven wire fence in the leaf litter while deer hunting.
Thanksgiving is behind us and I can’t help but to think of warmer days ahead… and reflect on last summer’s memories.
A few things occurred last year that, when they happened, I knew I would write about this winter while on the inside and cozy.
The Ozark rivers are shared by all and that means everybody with a different idea of what’s fun. Everybody getting along is kinda important. Very often it boils down to respect.
My goals when I go to the river is to enjoy myself and be safe but that does not mean at the expense of another’s enjoyment or safety.
I have spent my life canoeing and boating Ozark streams and I know firsthand that if proper precautions are taken, then many situations can be avoided.
