Billy Bob Richardson

The author's father was an avid fisherman and sometimes hunter. Who according to the author's mother was a, fishing fool, a man that never met a body of water he didn't want to try his luck in. His mother would show a picture of the author at age two riding on his father's shoulders as he peeked out between underbrush growing along a stream in the High Sierras fly fishing as proof.

His mother conveniently neglects to mention that she was almost as addicted to the outdoors as her husband. She was something of a legend in her family as a good shot and rarely missed anything she took a bead on.

The author learned about fishing and guns at an early age from people who did no trophy hunting or fishing but ate what they harvested. His mother also taught him about gardening and home canning, which were important staples for the family.

As you might imagine the author has spent many hours sitting quietly in a boat fishing with his dad in silence. And many days outdoors camping and hiking.

The author enjoys the outdoors and the feeling of isolation that may still be found, to some degree, in places like the Selway-Bitterroot Wilderness. This wilderness area lies within the boundaries of four national forests and seven ranger districts and straddles the state lines between Montana and Idaho. Its rugged peaks and connection to four national forests make it a popular destination for people looking to spend time in the wild. This is rugged wild country with no cell phone service. Travel is permitted only by foot or by stock.

There is a special thrill in climbing a switchback trail for seven hours and getting to the last rise then turning and looking back into the valley you just climbed out of. There is a renewal of the spirit a feeling of wholeness that can't be explained that come from these wild places.