I have been putting this post off. Mainly because I hate talking about myself. However, I feel that I have not given my readers a good sense of who I am, where I came from and my ultimate mission statement in life.
Just after my Father gave my Mother the epidural I was born healthy in Price, Utah 1989. Soon after, my three older sister, one older brother and parents moved North to Alaska.
My first memories harvest in Ketchikan. Oh my, what a place to be exposed to at such an early stage of life. A small town filled of forest, fungi and fish. A young inquisitive mind in the heart of Mother Nature’s laboratory. A fermented infatuation for the natural world was like an inevitable chemical reaction already reacting… The bulk of my memories were of my Father taking me fishing after work. If I wasn’t reeling in his fish, I was observing the critter-occupants within the near by tide pools. Reflecting back on this experience, I have to wonder… Was I genetically disposed with a love for the natural world or was it an environmental influence that conditioned my passion?
My time in Ketchikan was brief as we moved to Anchorage soon after. I spent the rest of my childhood in Anchorage fishing, snowboarding, camping, exploring, running into moose, bears, hunting and hanging out with the Bayer’s (not a spelling error). By middle school I moved to Herrimen, Utah. I never liked the place. I felt I had left my heart in Alaska. I promised myself I would move back once I had finished my professional education and training. Interestingly enough, I ended up attending college in Utah, at Westminster College. I graduated with a degree in biology. I didn’t pick up a fly rod until my last semester of college which was probably a good thing. On a side note, I have to give my Mother’s old law partner Tom a shout-out. After all, it was Tom’s old fly rod I had inherited.
Through fly fishing I have come to terms that Utah is a special place of its own. You just have to look around and appreciate what you have… You can sit and kick rocks while wishing you were else where, or you can polish those rocks and celebrate their glory. I learned this valuable lesson thanks to fly fishing, and you can bet, no matter where I am or what I am doing I will be smiling while searching and finding those hidden delights we tend to over look. Now enjoy some of these cheesy photos I found in honor of Throw Back Thursday.
High school graduation. Sister support! 2007
2010 and shredded!
AK 2011 Playing Sarah Palin
AK 2011 The Bayer’s Cabin
Throwing it way back! Sister and I 1990?
AK winter 2013
AK sunset 2013
2009 with some friends boating in Utah
AK 2009 Kenai River Red Salmon!
Dear friend Shawn and I PCMR 2011