I was born and raised on the farm in the winter of 1982 and as I grew, I found the love of the outdoors at an early age. From the time I could walk I began chasing animals such as raccoons and rabbits and squirrels. It wasn't until I was around 10 that I began chasing whitetails. It soon led to an obsession. My Grandpa took me on my first deer hunt at an early age and I shot a doe. We returned to the farm that day and he had my Grandma take me to town and get me a bow. From that moment on I was hooked... I began spending every free minute I had in the woods. It got so bad I would even skip a day of school every now and then. It wasn't until I was around the age of 13 when this obsession nearly killed me. I was out looking for whitetail sheds and ground had gave away on a creek bank causing me to fall of the embankment fracturing my skull and causing a all night search and rescue on my grandparents land. All I ever remembered was waking up and not knowing where I was several days..