Last Days of the Season

The shadows fall sharply between the poplar and pine this time of year. Tamaracks have just begun to lose their light green color, beginning to transfer to a light golden hue. There is a definite scent in the air, a smell of rot, decomposition, not altogether...

Swamp Donkey Hunt

The scent of freshly made lemon-blueberry scones intermingles with the brewing pot of hazelnut coffee, while locally made Italian sandwiches are packed way in the Yeti. There is no sleep at this crazy farm. Fear of missing my 4:30 am alarm is negated by our Dane/Labs...

Season of the HEX

“When do you think it’s going to end?” inquired Chef. “I don’t know, it has been a crazy past few weeks… they just keep pouring off, night after night. Last night, we had so many bugs, every fish came out with their feed bags on. It...