|18-August-1985- Smokehouse hill entrance|
|Escronges Lake, WRNWR|
After school and weekend excursions to the refuge to explore its many isolated lakes or to bowhunt its remote hardwood forest occupied much of my free time. I often proclaimed that it was my land, that I owned it, all 160,00 acres of it!
The Cypress and Overcup trees of the refuge imprinted on me in a similar way that salmon are drawn to return from hundreds of miles away to the place of their birth. Returning to the refuge with my bow in hand is a yearly ritual that I have done with few exceptions for over thirty years.
|As a Wildlife Management student at UAM-1984|
Life brings constant change. I have uprooted my family and relocated multiple times across the country while pursuing my career in the archery business. I've been fortunate enough to have been involved in and to hunt in some magnificent hunting clubs and properties. Over time though, the one constant and recurring hunting relationship I have had has been with my White River Wildlife Refuge. I was awed by the magnitude and vast remoteness of the place as a kid and remain so today. The refuge is part of me. It is my connection to the earth that holds many stories and memories of the bow and arrow, from long ago hunts... and of hunts yet to come.