I’ve written previously about the thrill I experienced a couple of years ago when I was first published in Field & Stream, the magazine that truly lit a fire under my desire to fish as a 9 year old kid. Now, two years later, they’ve published me several more times.
When I was 9 years old and my parents bought me my first subscription to Field & Stream, I was wowed by the idea that someone could get paid to write about fishing. At that time, unlike some of you, I had no clue that there was such a thing as a pro bass angler, so writers filled that aspirational target. I mean, come on, with a name like “Ted Trueblood,” more Hemingwayesque than that bestowed on old Ernest himself, how could the F&S scribes not inspire me to chase a life chronicling the outdoors?