MAN AS MOREL

The third of my “Man As” philosophical treatises. I’ve hunted the spring treasure for my entire life.  Beginning in the early 1960s with my dad, covering the Lake Fork River in Central Illinois.  Searching in the 70s, canoeing the Embarrass River, foraging its bountiful banks. I’ve been in Nebraska for 16 years now.  The first 10 years … Continue reading MAN AS MOREL