Through my work as the freelance outdoor writer for The Courier-Journal www.courier-journal.com/kentucky-outdoors the Louisville, Ky., and Kentucky statewide daily newspaper, I spend much of my working time writing about fishing and hunting and hiking and camping and shooting and other things outdoors. I also serve as the outdoor columnist for Kentucky Monthly www.kentuckymonthly.com and am a contributing editor for Field & Stream www.fieldandstream.com magazine. I once worked a regular sports beat and while I still occasionally cover a football or basketball game I’ve basically swapped the press box for SportsCenter. It’s been a good arrangement.
I’m occasionally asked, “What’s your favorite thing to do?” They usually mean hunt or fish. The simple answer would be fish and specifically, fly fish, although a spinning rod fits my hand comfortably. Duck hunting would run a very close second. Then there’s turkey hunting and quail and squirrels; deer, of course . . . well, you get the idea.
Fishing is nearly a year-round activity where I live. I first picked up a fly rod for what I consider the best of reasons: it looked like fun; was and is. Unlike some of my fellow fly fishers I take an equal opportunity approach to the sport. Trout, carp, bass, bluegill . . . freshwater or saltwater; all are welcome. My skills are marginal but my enthusiasm remains boundless.
Outside of work, girls rule my world in that I’m married to a splendid woman and am the father of delightful twin daughters who have blossomed into beautiful young women. It’s a wonderful arrangement and I thank God daily for it.
Other interests include reading and cooking, although I’m about as good a cook as I was an athlete: much enthusiasm; little talent. Family time is a priority. So are church and worship. I take Matthew 28: 18-19 seriously.
In the Outdoor Journal you’ll find news and opinions, glimpses of people I’ve met and places visited. If the fishing and food are good, I’ll tell you. If they’re not, you probably need to know that, too.
Thanks for stopping by.
Me with a northern pike that was about to become a Canada shore lunch
