Over and under and through the woods, to grandmother’s house we go; the horse knows the way to carry the sleigh, through the white and drifted snow! This old children’s song brings back vivid memories of when our family used to drive across town to my grandmother’s house for Christmas each year. That was our tradition. All of our aunts, uncles and cousins would be there for a grand dinner with presents exchanged afterwards. This past week, I was on deadline getting out an article for the May 2018 issue of Mississippi/Louisiana Game and Fish Magazine. The assignment required me to select ...