Having a passion for the outdoors was always part of my genetics. To say it was bred into me would be an understatement. My father and his father were both passionate outdoorsmen. Being taught early how to canoe, camp, and fish, I grew up with the love of nature running through my very soul. I still remember being roughly 6 years old, watching my father catch salmon on the Ocqueoc river in northeastern Michigan, seeing those mighty game fish battle magnificently with their massive surges as the drag screamed for mercy on the Zebco 303. Then, from river to table, I can almost taste the salmon patties my grandmother would serve as we all partook in the feast.
As I got older and the pressures of everyday adulting stacked up, I continually asked myself what I wanted to be when I grew up. Being a desk jockey working the typical 8-6 job behind the computer screen, I felt an overwhelming conviction that I was meant for something else. I put out a few feelers and started the process to start something new.