Thirty-some years ago, I was lucky to be born into a farm family with a strong work ethic and love for the land. My folks were too busy farming and raising three boys to spend much time hunting and fishing, but they were encouraging towards my passion for the woods and water that took root in me from a young age. Some of my first memories of the outdoors include chasing squirrels and rabbits up the hill, and fishing for chubs in the "crick" below our house. From there, Grandpa Stanley honed some skills and taught patience while I'm sure exercising plenty of his own. Those first memories were fuel for a fire that burned from the hills of northern Wisconsin to the mountains of Yellowstone. From the small waters of Southern Minnesota, to the big windswept waters of the north, I fished wherever I could.
I learned then more than I thought there was to know, and have come to understand that the only true way to preserve knowledge is to share it. Now, I find myself trying to follow in their footsteps, as I teach my own children the lessons that have been so graciously handed down to me. In the process, I've found joy and satisfaction in not only the pursuit, but the partnerships. In not just the acts, but the experience. I feel a strong sense of purpose in sharing those adventures with fellow sportsmen and outdoors-women. Without the people that did so for me, I am confident that my life would somehow be less whole for it.
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