My Walk On The Wild Side

Fishing was part of my life when I was old enough to venture on my bike to the nearest creek in southern Indiana.   

I had my driver’s license for just a few months when an older friend put a shotgun in my hands and walked me down the trail at sunrise listening for hickory nut cuttings raining down from a squirrel perched high in the hardwood canopy

It was in my early twenties that I started spending spring days in a blind trying to get a decent photo of migrating ducks.