Hunting is a passion with me. Writing about it is the hardest job I’ve ever had!
1946 was a good year for me. WWII was over and I guess my folks celebrated and there I was. McCook, NE was my original home. After many years of gypsy life we have settled in western Nebraska and I don’t believe I’ll ever leave again other than short trips to hunt, fish and when forced…sightsee.
By the time I started hunting we had moved to Hastings, NE. In the mid 1960’s the pheasant hunting was phenomenal. Then I moved away to see the world and when I returned to Nebraska in the late 1970’s my passion had turned to waterfowl hunting. I was and still am so fortunate to have married my high school sweetheart, Candy Gibson who went into our marriage knowing how much I enjoyed the outdoors and hunting and fishing. She has put up with so much it is hard to believe. I guess it’s my good humor that keeps her happy….and when she outfishes me life is good! We will celebrate 50 years together in August of 2017. We have two totally awesome children, one married, one still single. A wonderful daughter in law and two fantastic grandchildren.
Writing was an interest all my life but I never did anything with it until I wrote Heronk. Heronk was born on the banks of the Frenchman Creek in a duck blind. Hunting all alone my mind started wandering and I started talking to my decoys and the concept for Heronk just popped into my mind. After many years, many rewrites (Thanks Dan’l) and a lot of frustration it became a reality. I was doubly fortunate in that I self published it originally and Cabela’s liked it and sold Heronk through their stores and catalog. And then I became acquainted with Miika and Creativia and he got me back in the market and got my writing juices flowing again.
My second book, Camp Abahati, A Place, A Destination, A State of Mind was published in the fall of 2016. It details Fifty years of deer camp tales of what really goes on in a deer camp. From a ten year olds wonderful description of sitting on a bluff to a confession of how someone really got a cut on the side of his head and a goose egg to go with it. What happens in camp didn’t stay in Camp Abahati. I just hope I’m welcomed back next year!