Jack of Harts

My family and all the others that came to Northern Minnesota tamed it to be our kind of wilderness. We drove the predators who knew no fear away, leaving behind the docile and those that tasted good after a year of feasting on the wilderness we kept alive through careful conservation. Never forget that the Minnesota State Seal incorporates a farmer with a plow and a gun. City folk see our great lakes and our great forests and think our lands are wild. They have no idea how many generations we have spent tending the land to make certain it has just the right amount of balance to support all the animals and all the crops we rely on to live our lives. I grew up in that land, showing rich city folk the “wild lands” on the edges of civilization.