My Story most likely starts way, way , way back growing up in Country and in the Adirondack Mtns.
Playing & Running through the Woods like an Indian , swimming like Tarzan , being Native to My Surroundings
Fishing from Sun Rise to Sun Set ~ Rowing Boat ~ some 6 miles 1 way to Fish in Different Spot , By Fishing Buddy was always there to Assist .
Fishing with ~ Gadabout Gaddis ~
Or it May have been Helping Out the Rangers Break New Mountain Trails and Certainly Riding in the Stocking Plane .
( I was the One Pulling the Plug )
on Full Tub of Trout to be Dropped just at the Right Moment as Plane Dropped in 6ft - 12ft off the Water doing about 60 Mph this was Slowest they could Go .
Small Lakes up in the Mountains that Feed down into Larger Lakes - these Smaller Lakes most were only 1/4 Mil. If that Lines with Large Tall trees , so it was Bush Pilots type Dive
Down , Down , Down - Across Lake and Pull Throttle Full On and Yank that Plane Up as Hard as it would Climb , just before a Stall and Peel Off in Banked Turn to Gain more Speed .
Pilot sometimes had to that Twice to get Up Out of these Small Lakes ~ Soon After I started getting into Photography ~