Posted 1 year ago
By Corey Sorenson
If there’s one thing I can do that will improve the chances of snowfall, it seems to be any notion of betting against it. As soon as I published the headline “Old Man Winter’s Parting Shot?” for my last blog post, the weatherman answered my question and was calling for another shot from him. As I write this post with snow falling outside my window over a blanket of white, Old Man Winter has proven, indeed, that he had a few more shots in him.
Count me among the chorus of folks singing the praises of the much-needed moisture. It’s surely been a blessing to this land still gripped by drought. April snow, however, serves as a poor antidote for a bad case of spring fever.
Two nights in a row last week, as the snow was falling, I came home to find my 10-year-old son Sawyer sprawled out on the living room floor sorting through the contents of one of my old tackle boxes. Later in the week, he and his sister Kiera, 6, had reached their fill of winter and trudged through the snow and slush for a fishing excursion to nearby Briggs Pond.
So, it was no surprise that Sawyer was more than ready to climb aboard my truck Sunday morning when I proposed that we try to bag a turkey or two.
Justin Haag of Chadron is a public information officer for the Nebraska Game and Parks Commission and regional editor for NEBRASKAland magazine. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org or 308-430-8515.