Thursday, February 17, 2011
I was only four weeks old when I first went to Yosemite--and in those days, traveling with a baby wasn't as convenient as it is today. My father called it going to his backyard. Back then you could fish in the Merced and all the local streams around. I grew up loving the outdoors and fishing and hiking with my dad, cousins, brother and friends.
I've developed somewhat of a reputation as a good fisherman, though I've been skunked many times as not. Here in California, I mainly fish for trout, sometimes bass, catfish and stripers. I get seasick, so I'm not big on saltwater fishing, though I have entertained a few trips.
Though I am a hunter and fisherman, I will admit to lately watching the wildlife and thinking about them as much as catching them for the larder. And, for the past few years, I've taken to following my grandfather's footsteps (he turned to carving in his retirement and is quite collectible on the east coast.)
Of course I still love to catch 'em and so I do, take photos, cook up the fish, eat 'em and then spend the next two months working on my carvings of the fish I've caught. This one of the striper had a seal bite in it when it was young, so its markings were screwy. I kept them that way in the carving.
So here's a couple pieces of my early work. I'm just beginning and have won a few ribbons. I'm hoping to win even more. Let me know what you think.