My Dad was a Marine veteran of WWII, Korea, and Vietnam. As a result he wouldn't have anything to do with hunting, fishing however was another story altogether. So, I grew up fishing Nags Head, the Outer Banks and every little stream that would take a fly anywhere on the east coast. When I was 17 A gentleman who would later achieve fame for his co-authorship of the book 'We were Soldiers Once, and Young" moved in down the street from us. Joe Galloway became a lifelong friend that took me under his wing and had me walking the fields of Virginia after squirrel and quail in no time. It wasn't until after my own tour in the Marines that Joe and I headed to South Dakota for the first time after the king of all wing shooting the Pheasant. Joe and I still get together every now and then to bust a few birds, I am hoping to take him hog hunting here in SC this next summer, he has been offered a postion at the Citadel so he will be moving in the spring to take up residence in Charleston.