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I am just your average middle-aged forensic accountant who rather be outside in the woods or on the water than in the office. I developed a love of the outdoors growing up in Vermont. It didn’t hurt that both my parents are from the Adirondacks. Visits back to see my grandparents, aunts and uncles, and many cousins often involved going out on Tupper Lake with my Pipere (“Buck” Savard), ice fishing with my Uncle Art (Denis), canoeing the Racquette River with my dad (Sherdan), or hiking with assorted family members.

There were also lots of hunting and fishing stories told by my Grandpa Boushie (Clifford), my Pipere, my cousin Sonny (Savard) and my dad. I’m not sure, but I think some were true. Maybe.

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“A grown man walking in the rain with a sodden bird dog at his heels who can smile at you and say with the kind of conviction that brings the warmth out in the open, ‘I’d rather be here, doing this, right now, than anything else in the world,’ is the man who has discovered that the wealth of the world is not something that is merely bought and sold.” – Gene Hill

and, one more by Gene Hill …

“Whoever said you can’t buy happiness forgot little puppies.”