My first deer was a 230lb ten point that I drowned in the Alabama river in 1976 in the Campbell town Lower Peach Tree area. Back when it still got cold, ground was frozen and crunchy, and I was colder than a well digger’s butt in Alaska in my wet cotton thermals and Archie sweatshirt. Back when an Outlaw named John Champion roamed the area. I was dang proud though.

I guess I was a Veteran water killer by the time I arrived in Mogadishu (before) Oct 1993.