From the age of 8 when I bagged my first Mallard Hen I was hooked! I grew up in Texas hunting flooded timber, rice fields, and salt water bays. Cut my teeth chasing whistling woodies, big greenheads and those fast flying teal. Some of my most fondest memories were made standing in the freezing knee high deep water with blue jeans and boots shooting woodies flying through those trees. Those were the days.
I spent 10 years in Kansas guiding and hunting all over the Midwest in search of our feathered friends. What an awesome flyway to experience and be a part of. Numbers are incredible and I made some great memories sharing the waterfowling sport.
I now reside in Alaska with my wife, twin daughters and my best hunting partner, my yellow lab Skeeter.
Here we have very liberal limits, short days and an abundance of waterfowl to pursue. I spend the first part of the season chasing puddlers and divers. When the marshes lock up we then move to the rivers and salt in search of Harley’s, Scoters, Long-tails, Goldeneyes, and Geese.
As President of Alaska Waterfowl Association, I really enjoy introducing new waterfowlers to the sport. Young or old, it’s an awesome experience watching them harvest their first bird. I strive to help educate, provide mentorship, and ensure the waterfowling heritage and passion is passed on.