I was about 5 years old the first time my dad took me fishing, it was under a bridge on Conestoga creek near Lancaster, PA. We landed a few blue gills and Dad landed a carp that might have been 20 inches long. That was over 50 years ago and today I remain a hopeless addict to the outdoors. Mom is the artists. Genetically she gifted me with a love of creating. A life time of sketching, whittling, carving and painting has brought me to where I am today, a wilderness and wildlife artist living in Alaska. I am a two time National Snow carving...more
