I wish for my three grandsons to know what I feel when I sit in a duck blind, or stand next to a big pin oak in flooded timber, and hear the sound of the wings of ducks as they cut the air approaching my deke layout.
I wish for my son, who farms with me, to fully grasp that we farm to live, we don't live to farm. And that we steward the land, during the time that we "own it". We take care of it, and it takes care of us.
I wish for a small miracle to take place that would result in the wild bobwhite quail making a comeback in the Coastal Plain of the Southeast. Whatever the "perfect storm" was that caused the population crash, I wish it would be determined and corrected.
And, I wish that our nation would once again come to be a nation that truly can say ........... "In God We Trust".
SRH
