Since I can remember, the outdoors have been a way of life for me. From reeling in first panfish, to crawling across open fields to fill that tag, to the endless miles, peaks, sunrises, sunsets, and through terrible conditions. But even the small victories are worth every moment of pain. The feeling on the first fall morning, as the sun begins to stretch across black timbered gullies and glaring snowfields, the frosty air creeps down your coat and stops your lungs. Or the drop of sweat that beads off the end of your nose as you enter an un-winnable staring contest with THE whitetail. The way a golden brown leviathan sips at flies in the shadows of a tree limb, or all four curled wings of a drake shattering a mirror pond surface at sundown. Each one of these moments, locked in time, in memory. That’s why I hope to share them with you, the small times that seem larger after they are gone, so that they may not be forgotten, that we might learn something from each other, and as a warning; that these moments become more fragile, precious, and rare as we become less careless. So enjoy the lifestyle that I have to share of the places, people, and game that I hold dear, and go find your very own ridge or hollow to care for and protect for generations to come.
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