I wasn't always the Moutain Man. I Was born in NE Mississippi, at one my daddy got transfered
to Louisiana. Shreveport where he worked for Southern Bell. Then when I was 9 daddy transfered
to Dekalb County Georgia. Working forATandT. When we first moved it was in contry with ponds,
a series of ponds and woods surrounding us. I explored every one,nearly new every fish in every
pond. Mama GOD look over her on my journey had three kids. Sherry, Clinton and ME,4 years.
apart. I was hard to keep up with then. But she is good woman, loves me spite all I put her through.
Hanging out in woods, playing hooky, Fishing private ponds, sneaking to stables my best freind
Bobby new every where in the county to hide and get into mischeif. Sneaking out horses an living
in woods. Times changed an ponds were drained subdivisions built. Bobby had mini bike and I
had Sears 124.
Bobby never had to see the detereriation of our paradice. One weekend he went to Lake Sydney
Lanier. He never came home. Boat accident took his young life,closed casket service.I never saw
him again .I was 13 he was 12. I promised him before GOD I would live life for both of us.
My life changed that day as I knew that life was not a promise but a precious gift. Before 15 I had
a chopper Harley. By 16 I was married. Divorced 6 years later,promised my heart to another 14
year old Georgia peach. We went to Austin Texas where my brother Clint went to college. We found
bush track outside Austin (Manor Downs). (next blog)