Being an Expert

I’ve often thought of myself as one who fits the ancient category “Jack of all trades, master of none”. When my skills are sifted and labeled, most fall short of the “Expert” bin. I’m sure there are many reasons or excuses I could think of but it does not matter. For now I am satisfied with some of the reasons why I am an expert at a few things important to me.

I have been here several times. 12 portages by canoe and back pack in the BWCAW. I seem to be an expert in this place. Memories of monster fish, many friends, deer, bear, moose, great food, snow storms in may, and home of huge silver pike. If you want to come to this area and need a guide, I would be a good candidate.

Steaks over an open camp fire. Anyone can do that right? Bring them marinating in your backpack, Put a seasoning rub into them, build a fire, wait for the right coals, and serve with a bunch of other great side dishes and a few fried fish fillets. After hundreds of camping meals over an open fire, I’m a better than average candidate for cooking outdoors

I should probably carry a camera more. as a photographer, I’m only okay. I get more points by being in the right place at the right time with birds and animals. Blind luck as it turns out is my best skill…go figure. I guess I should stick to fishing