I have a vivid memory of one morning during the initial 1970s when a young man, who appeared to be in his early 20's, walked into my office at Barnes Big O Tire on the Garces Circle, and asked for a job.
During all the many years I was able to film hunts in Canada, I usually flew out of Meadows Field if I was with a group of local hunters. One quick stop in Denver, and then on to Edmonton, Alberta.
Some years ago during the Ken Barnes Open Skeet Championships, a friend of mine, Robert Burnham and I were talking about old waterfowl hunts we had been on.
I was living on the east side of town back in 1959 when I happened to go outside my home early one morning and met my Wayne's Dairy milk delivery man.
During most of the years that I have been fortunate enough to go to Canada to film and hunt, I usually went out with my good friend Brent Reil who ran Beaverhill Outfitters.
A few weeks ago I received my monthly magazine from the National Skeet Shooting Association. There was a terrific article in it, written by a California shooter by the name of Chris Baker, about the Kern County Gun Club. Boy, did that bring back memories.
During the past two years writing columns, I've always looked forward to feedback from readers. Many times they tell me how much they enjoyed a particular story, and asked if I could run it again sometime so that one of their friends who missed it might read it.
A couple of weeks ago I had the pleasure of attending the annual Kern County Bob Elias Sports Hall of Fame dinner at the Marriott downtown. What a great night that honors so many terrific local athletes and champions in so many fields.
Readers may remember some months ago I wrote a couple of columns about Black Brant hunting on the Pacific coast. This is a small goose that migrates down from Alaska, stopping at a number of bays in Washington, Oregon, and California, before ending up in the Mexican province of Baja California.
Earlier this summer I got to thinking about all the trips I used to take up to the area above Sacramento for waterfowl when I was a young hunter: Drive non-stop on old Highway 99 for seven hours, and sleep in the car until time to enter the refuge.
Readers may recall in my last column about fly fishing, I mentioned that my son Mark has started to take an interest in fishing.
Most readers know that I have never claimed to be a fisherman. Most of my recreational time growing up went to waterfowl in the fall and winter, and skeet shooting during the spring and summer.
During all the years I was shooting competition skeet during the 1960s and 70s, I had heard about a great shoot that was held every year in Chicago called the Great Western.
Some of you older readers may remember me when I worked for Vince Clerou running the gun department at Clerou's sporting goods store on downtown 18th street.
Where does time go? The older I get, the faster it goes by. It seems like only a few months ago that I was shooting the dove opening day with two of my sons, and one grandson.
Back in 1972 I had recently sold my tire store on the Garces circle and was in-between occupations. For years I had thought about giving shooting lessons across the country, so I decided this would be a good time to try.
With most of the regular hunting seasons over for the year, it's time to take a look at the newest updates from the California Department of Fish and Wildlife.
Readers will recall last Saturday's column when I wrote about a trip to Alaska taken some years ago with some great hunting companions. I decided to let each of them tell about one of the highlights of the hunt, in their own words.
If any of you readers have ever been to the Rabobank Arena for an event, I'm sure you noticed the huge display for the Bob Elias Kern County Sports Hall of Fame in one of the hallways.
Readers may remember me mentioning in a past column about the times I was in high school and would leave after school on Friday and head out to hunt waterfowl the next morning north of Sacramento on one of the refuges in that area.