The most cherished memories of my childhood were formed in the Northern Kingdom of New York at the Haystack Mountain and Bear Paw hunting Camps. Unfortunately, many of the men who were instrumental in making these memories have either passed away or have aged beyond their ability to pass on their legacy. Many younger men who would traditionally take their father’s place have been trapped on the treadmill of “modern life” without the time, patience, or social support to make their own memories.

I hope my books and projects will be a record of what it was like to be a member of a group of men before our modern-day culture discovered them and extinguished their existence.