In 1985, at 11 years old I was asked to enter the world of hunting.It was a warm July evening back in 1985 when my uncle Paul asked me “How would you like to go hunting with me?” My answer was yes! In 1986 my uncles Paul and Mark took me under their wings to show me the way of the woods.I can still remember how they use to get mad at me for breaking a branch and making noise as we stalked through the woods in search for those white-tails.By 1989 I had learned to step in their footsteps and move through the woods like a cat.(I was only 13) On Nov. 8th in 1986 I took my first deer with bow and arrow.A Martin Tiger with a satellite broad head, Easton 1916 arrow @ 42 pounds!From that day forward I was bit.Hunting was in me just like I bet it is in you right now.When it gets into your system it’s a feeling like no other.As I transitioned into the early 90’s I took various animals with long bows and recurves.Groundhogs, wild boar, deer, birds, I harvested numerous animals and sharpened my skills as a teenager.In the late 90’s I entered a traditional phase that truly made me realize what it was like for the Indians when they used bow & arrows to survive.I took a handful of deer with Osage stick bows and flint heads wrapped in sinew.This phase made me realize that it’s not the broad head that counts.It is the shot placement that makes a hunter successful.

As I crossed over into the year 2000, I held a compound and still continue to do so.When I finished college I expanded my horizons and harvested a Newfoundland Moose and Caribou.In addition, multiple black bears with my bow & arrowin Quebec.
I have grown to bepatientin the last 10 years and I've only taken 3 wall hangers for myself on the lands I hunt in Michigan.

In 2008, I have now logged...- 87 bow kills and62 gun kills - I have taken 149 White-tails in my lifetime.