The man who raised me was handicapped. So when it came to doing outdoor stuff my opportunities were limited. Until I met Kurt Riemer. Kurt was my boss at a place I worked at. I was 16 when I started working for him part time. A few years passed and I was hired on at that place full time. We became good friends and he invited me Elk hunting with him and his boy, Keenan. I had never been Elk hunting before, let alone been taken into the type of woods he had taken us. He took us high up into the Cascade mountain range to a place with a name I could barely pronounce. I’d never seen anything like it. Never experienced anything like it; and Kurt had a way about hunting that I learned later was a bit unique.