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| Old Cider press |
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| Crystal clear waters |
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| In the bottoms! |
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| One of the old home sites |
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| The flood took her at only 16yrs old. |
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| Fun with tree shrooms |
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| Love the Super Zoom on my Nikon |
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| Boo! |
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| They let me stalk close |
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| Fun with Honey Jars! |
Me and my son are inseparable, we fish, shoot, play guitar, take pictures and enjoy time with each other. As I watched him grow I seen in increments the man he was becoming. A strong young man driven by principle, morales and ethics. I also started seeing myself as a young man. I watched him step away from me on the streams to cast his own line, I watched him take serious and patient aim downrange, I watched his leave the foundation I laid for him. I watched him become an outdoorsman. Now eighteen I find myself having to step away but with ever watchful eyes as I see him step away into life. His decision to take on the responsibility to guard this great country I knew was soon to come as it came to me as a young man. The man I call son will soon be under way with the United States Navy as a Gunners Mate.
How does a father know when he is done? He don't, he keeps being there as mine is for me. Maintaining the watchtower for when needed and awaiting to grant the title of father to the boy who is now a man.
"My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me.” - Jim Valvano
