The title makes it sound weird, but it's not. Basically, when your dad asks you to go for a walk with him, go. My dad did the other day and I ended up seeing a piece of our land I hadn’t seen since I was a kid and hearing stories that went along with it.
Imparting his wisdom on me.
This prairie wool grass is essential for the cattle, as it holds it's protein value, even with little moisture. My dad has been saving this pasture, and with the lack of moisture this year, he'll have to use it.
English creek. They used to park their wagons here and have a drink.
Winter fat. Looks like sage, acts like sage, does not taste like sage, is not sage.
Look closely and you can see the mouth of the snake...(bite).
The beavers have dammed up the creek to make a little pond for themselves.
Back when my grandpa was young, there used to be a man who lived in a hole in the ground in these woods. No word of a lie. He told the story to my dad and his brothers, and they found the hole after a lot of searching. I was too lazy to look. Someday.
Disclaimer: literally learned everything I just said from my dad so if it's wrong blame him.