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About Me

I was born and raised in Roseburg, Oregon. I joined the Navy before my senior year and spent 3.5 years serving my Country as a Seabee doing various construction tasks and welding duties. In 1991, I met my wonderful wife of now 17 years on a blind date set up by my dad when I got out of the service.

Although my dad grew up hunting and spending time in the country, when he and my mom moved to Roseburg, all that ended and he left it all behind. I did spend summers shooting .22’s and such and had a pellet gun that removed countless birds and at one point my neighbor’s windows (just happened to be my last outing with that gun after my dad found out).

After a couple years in Eugene, courting my wife and welding at Monaco Coach Corp we decided it was time for me to head back to school and try to make something of myself. At that time, welding was my future, so we ventured a little more north so I would be in reasonable driving distance to Linn Benton Community College and the Metallurgy program. In making that move, we ended up in the country and seeing deer all the time.

Within a year of living in the woods, I decided I’d give this hunting thing a go. I borrowed my father-in-laws 30-30, bought a tag and license and headed up into the woods with nothing more than a knife and a general knowledge of the logging roads (from riding motorcycles).

That first season I spent more time finding my way out of the woods and back to the truck than I actually did hunting. I’m serious, I’d only hunt an hour or two of any general outing and then I’d shoulder my rifle and start my search for ANY road and hope that where ever I popped out wouldn’t be too far from the truck. Like I said, I learned the roads pretty well riding motorcycles up there, so when I found a road, I could find my way back to where I parked. Sadly, road walking isn’t the shortest route, but it is the safest route.

I sent the 30-30 packing after the second season due to my ineptitude at actually finding a deer. Truth be known, I didn’t have a clue as to how to even gut one if I got one down (a small detail that slipped my mind when I made the decision to do this hunting thing).

A year or so later, I found myself working at Hewlett Packard with a bunch of hunters. Working 12 hour shifts and listening to this hunting story got my hunting juices flowing again. So I started picking everyone’s brains for information on every aspect of hunting. The hunters that I worked around had hunted their entire lives, each had their own theories, styles, opinions and animals they hunted. I absorbed all of it, made mental comparisons of styles, theories, guns, knives, gear ect ect ect.

I won’t go into the various rifles that have not only evolved with my hunting style, but for me, predicts what and where I’ll be hunting. I will say that I started off with a .338 Browning BAR and have regressed to mostly single-shots and short barreled carbine style guns.

Regression sounds like a bad word, but in the world of hunting, it isn’t. I did my first years hunting with the basics: gun, knife, bino’s, tags/license and pair of combat boots. For countless years after that, I bought into all the gimmick and hunting accessories that came down the pike. I’ve got drawers and cupboards full of crap that will make for a great garage sale someday. 8 or so years ago I got fed up and took everything out of my bag and took an honest look at what I was packing and what I actually needed. I’m now back to basics and only pack what is needed for that specific trip.

I shot my first deer with that .338 Browning BAR on a fluke; a little 3 point that stood smack dab in the middle of a clear cut too long after first light. I had countless instructions on how to gut a deer, but everyone neglected to explain/demonstrate how get the bladder out of a deer, so my deer came home with all the urinary equipment still very much intact and full of pee (I’ve gotten a little better at it now).

My first deer’s horns went in the trash. I told my wife at that time “meat is why I hunt, I will not be a trophy hunter”. Things have changed, I still don’t consider myself a trophy hunter, but I do pass on smaller bucks when I know larger ones are out there. In the years that I have had the pleasure of two tags (draw tags), I will specify one tag for trophy purposes and take a “meat” deer out as quickly as possible. I also believe the word “trophy hunter” has a stigma surrounding it that implies that a “trophy hunter” is not interested in the meat; so in that literal usage of the word, I will never be a trophy hunter, but I do appreciate and respect a larger bodied or antlered animal.

Through the years, I’ve bought tags and hunted for almost everything there is to hunt in Oregon. I haven’t been successful at many of them, only due to the fact that I have never really applied myself to anything but deer. On deer, I have been extremely successful though. There has been only one year that I was unsuccessful and I can honestly say that it was due to Boyd Iverson’s book and my inability to apply his tactics to my area. I tried to apply his methods in full instead integrating his theories with my own and curtailing them to my area. Since doing that, my hunting style and success has jump tremendously, for that I could never thank Boyd enough.

I consider every deer I've killed to be a trophy. Each have their own personal history with me and I cherish those memories as much as I cherish any memories I have. I will continue buying elk, bear and cougar tags along with my normal deer tag and extra draw deer tags. I may someday get serious about one of the others, but as of now, I have no desire to match wits with anything other than Blacktails.

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