A True Artist

A true outdoorsman and artist. An expert in the area, and the best I am sure I will EVER know. He knows the country roads and timbers like the back of his hand. His black rimmed glasses are dirty [along with his work table] and his hands worn from years of hard and not so glamorous work. Like the life he has lived, his “studio” is simple. Nothing fancy, but certainly pulled together with some creativity and hard work. Old white washed barn wood lines the walls from floor to ceiling. The floor is covered with retro patterns of bright yellow, orange, and green. His audience consists of deer, elk, raccoon, and pheasant on any given day. As a child, I didn’t fully appreciate the abilities and talent of this hard working and creative man. Today, I am so proud to call him my Dad, a TRUE outdoorsman and artist.