My first snipe hunting experience came when I was a newly married, newly southern-relocated-Yankee that had yet to plant my southern roots very deep. I still talked funny and said ‘cah’ instead of ‘car’, regularly used the word ‘wicked’ and hadn’t yet transitioned from ‘you guys’ to ‘y’all’. Despite my language flaws, my husband’s friends … Continue reading The Legend of Snipe Hunting