I retired in April, 2000 after a thirty-six year career as a professional with the Boy Scouts of America. I'm a freelance outdoor writer and humorist and an active member of the Texas Outdoor Writers Association. 
My work has appeared in Sporting Tales, North American Fisherman, Honey Hole, the Trophy Bass Magazine of Texas, Texas Fish & Game, Waterfall Magazine, Texas newspapers and Scouting and fishing periodicals and several online fishing magazines.
I hold a B.S. degree in Forest Management from Mississippi State University. Believing that humor is the universal language of mankind, it is always my tool to involve an audience whether it is a talk or the written word. My first outdoor humor book, “Moon Holler Misfits Fishing & Hunting Club”
Defeat at the Fork, was published last February. My wife Jody and I have five grown children and six grandchildren with two more on the way. Everybody in our family fishes.
I've been hooked on fishing since the day, at age ten and on a bamboo fly rod given to him by my Dad; I landed a little half-pound bluegill on the backwater of Pickwick Lake, near Sheffield, Alabama. We caught 116 bluegills that afternoon and I had to clean them all, for in those days catch and release was unheard of.
In my professional Scouting career, I lived and fished in Mississippi, Florida, Alabama and for the last 30 years, Texas. Jody and I live in Waco, Texas, where I fish Lake Waco, the South, Middle, and North Bosque Rivers, which drain into Lake Waco. I also fly fish the Guadalupe, Lampasas and San Gabriel Rivers, plus several other Central Texas lakes. While in Panama City, Florida, my main fishing was in the Dead Lakes Swamp for largemouth bass and the blue water of the Gulf of Mexico, going after Kings, Lings, and Blues.
I also fish the McKenzie and Willamette Rivers near Eugene, Oregon for rainbow, cutthroat and steelhead and the Cimarron and Rayado Rivers near Cimarron, New Mexico, for brown and rainbow trout. On the Rayado, I use a little six foot 1-wt bamboo fly rod that I built especially for the Rayado. Fishing anything larger on that little stream with all its vegetation on each side, would be like driving a greyhound bus down a deer trail.
