Passing It On
Bob Barteck Thousands of Sandhill Cranes serenaded us as they climbed in altitude over our heads. My 12-year-old son, Andrew, and I quietly settled into our blind. The morning air…
Bob Barteck Thousands of Sandhill Cranes serenaded us as they climbed in altitude over our heads. My 12-year-old son, Andrew, and I quietly settled into our blind. The morning air…