My Walk On The Wild Side
As soon as I could venture off on my bike I was drowning worms in a nearby creek. Getting to the creek was a few miles mostly down hill so walking the bike home dragging a stringer with whatever was in the creek was easy. I caught fish. A kind older neighbor man showed me how to gut and scale them. My Mom, God bless here fried em up.
Just after getting my license a friend took me on a walk down a trail at sunrise with a shotgun in hand stopping to listen to the sound of squirrel cuttings dropping down through the canopy. A trigger pulled put me on my butt but I harvested my first animal. The first time I smelled gun powder flipped a switch inside and I was never the same.
In my early 20’s I was sitting in a blind on a pond with my first real camera waiting for a duck to land to take a picture. My first photos were of a blue bill drake and while the image was small on the glossy print it was an image of duck and I took it.
Now over 60 years since I hopped on the bike with a rod I can’t remember where the rod came from but know it was a Zebco 101 on a Zebco rod. The shotgun was a Winchester model 12 pump. The camera was a Minolta SR101. I have so many stories and memories that will have no place to live when I move on from this life. Maybe no one will find this website and if they don’t that’s OK. But as I build in the stories through posts and pages, there will be a written history for someone to stumble across and maybe look at a few of the posts and wonder or question or connect or smile. Hell, they make think I am an ass for killing stuff. If so, so be it, at least they know that someone out there lives the life I do and finds joy in all things wild
Friends and family have asked if I ever kept a journal or wrote down my experiences. I often responded ‘why? or ‘who cares?’ I recently realized as I was working on reorganizing all of the photos I had take that I cared. While I take photos for me, somebody may just want to look at them, or know about all of the hunts and fishing adventures I had. There are so many. I also realized that in the last half of the last quarter of my life, I am finding more and more that thinking back about some of the things I had done in detail makes up for what I cannot do now. So, I am building and filling this website with stories, memories and photos with for no other reason to find happiness and be thankful for the incredible life I have lived – walking on the wild side.
As soon as I could venture off on my bike I was drowning worms in a nearby creek. Getting to the creek was a few miles mostly down hill so walking the bike home dragging a stringer with whatever was in the creek was easy. I caught fish. A kind older neighbor man showed me how to gut and scale them. My Mom, God bless here fried em up.
Just after getting my license a friend took me on a walk down a trail at sunrise with a shotgun in hand stopping to listen to the sound of squirrel cuttings dropping down through the canopy. A trigger pulled put me on my butt but I harvested my first animal. The first time I smelled gun powder flipped a switch inside and I was never the same.
In my early 20’s I was sitting in a blind on a pond with my first real camera waiting for a duck to land to take a picture. My first photos were of a blue bill drake and while the image was small on the glossy print it was an image of duck and I took it.
Now over 60 years since I hopped on the bike with a rod I can’t remember where the rod came from but know it was a Zebco 101 on a Zebco rod. The shotgun was a Winchester model 12 pump. The camera was a Minolta SR101. I have so many stories and memories that will have no place to live when I move on from this life. Maybe no one will find this website and if they don’t that’s OK. But as I build in the stories through posts and pages, there will be a written history for someone to stumble across and maybe look at a few of the posts and wonder or question or connect or smile. Hell, they make think I am an ass for killing stuff. If so, so be it, at least they know that someone out there lives the life I do and finds joy in all things wild
Friends and family have asked if I ever kept a journal or wrote down my experiences. I often responded ‘why? or ‘who cares?’ I recently realized as I was working on reorganizing all of the photos I had take that I cared. While I take photos for me, somebody may just want to look at them, or know about all of the hunts and fishing adventures I had. There are so many. I also realized that in the last half of the last quarter of my life, I am finding more and more that thinking back about some of the things I had done in detail makes up for what I cannot do now. So, I am building and filling this website with stories, memories and photos with for no other reason to find happiness and be thankful for the incredible life I have lived – walking on the wild side.
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How this works
I can’t start from the beginning and grow this from there. I have to just pick out things when I think about it or am reminded or when I have a good day walking on the wild side. I will start with posts and when I can add a page I will. The best way to find things is to look at the category page, There are three, Through The Lens’, From The Game Bag and In The Live Well. On each page will be a section that lists all posts that are relevant to that category. I also list pages on topics that are best shared with more than what a post can share.
I will post often and it will be random. I will pull things mostly from a photo or photos that are related just to the photos.
The pages are memories and stories that are bigger than just one photo or memory.