Dana Miller
Wednesday, November 5, 2025
Once upon a time, in the Sandhills of Nebraska, there were three hunters from a distant land….O.K., it was probably Oklahoma or Texas, but I digress. The hunters had traveled hours to get to God’s Country. The trio had arrived to address their need for adventure. The annual pilgrimage to hunt the wily Nebraska 30-point buck had commenced. In order to begin this adventure, the hunters had to purchase their ammunition from the local gun store. They visited with the shop owner, made their ammo purchase, snagged the obligatory Snickers bars and off to harvest their ginormous buck. By mid-morning, the hunters were back at the gun store to purchase more ammo. The shop owner just had to know... “Whatcha’ doing back here so soon? That was a lot of ammo you must have shot up.”