Column: Remembering Dad

Ten Father’s Days ago, my brother poured Dad’s ashes into a creek. In the weeks after, I could only remember the end. I tried to stay at better memories, but they all evaporated into serious doctors, my ailing father and finally, the end. The next time I saw my buddy Nate, he put his hand…

Episode 94 -Betting on yourself in life and hunting

From a tiny town on an island in southeast Alaska to graduating from medical school from the University of Washington. My buddy Stephen Ellison had plenty of excuses at his disposal. However, he refused to listen to any of them. He weekend warrior hunts Dall sheep, moose and took me to his special blacktail deer…