KINGDOM. HUNTING. DAD.

I was trying to be as quiet as a mouse in wool slippers. I knew there was a chance I was going to get an encounter with him again.

My fingers made their own wake through cool, crisp, brackish water as the Suzuki 4-stroke propelled us along.

I'm not the guy that just loves to mow grass. I don't weed and feed. I don't water. I just mow it.