Welcome to this country life. I'm your host Brent Reeves. From coon hunting to trot lining and just general country living, I want you to stay a while as I share my experiences

and life lessons.

This country life is presented by Case Knives on Meat Eater's Podcast Network, bringing you the best outdoor

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All right, friends, grab a chair or drop that tailgate.

I've got some stories to share. Heroes. This week is a little different than our regular offerings here at this country life,

but after celebrating the anniversary of the Declaration of Independence last week,

I got to thinking about all the folks that are referred to during that time as heroes.

That led me to thinking about the ones referred to that now, and who really qualifies?

I'm going to give you my thoughts on it, but first,

I'm going to tell you a story.

This story is right on theme for this week's topic and comes from the

This Country Life Mailbag sent in by Jesse Crawford down in Laurel Hill, Florida. That's in Ocaloosa County.

Laurel Hill has a distinction of being the northern most incorporated city within the great state of Florida.

If you had a slingshot that could fling a rock 50 miles you could stand on the beach in Destin and hum a rock due north and have folks in Laurel Hill rubbing knots on her heads and ducking for cover.

All 584 of them.

I'd like to have me one of them.

But without further delay in Jesse Crawford's words in my voice, here we go.

It all started when we had a day off from school and decided to take my dad's jet ski to the lake.

We were young but old enough to be trusted to some degree,

and we were taking turns running around the lake and pulling each other on the two.

It's normally a busy place for water sports, but today it was just us and one other boat.

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