I didn’t know it at the time, which was in about 1964,
but I was being groomed by the unknown forces of nature to be
an outdoor writer. My mom didn’t have a lot of patience with
five kids, so when she said go outside and play, she meant it
and as long as we showed up for supper, all was good.
We lived next to a lot of woodlands and a small stream full of
fish in rural Houston County.
GEORGIA OUTDOOR WRITERS ASSOCIATION 