Quite a story. Thanks for sharing.

I can certainly relate. I did my share of temp jobs early on, anything I could get to put groceries on the table and set back some money. i probably learned more from those experiences in my early years than during any time since. One is really only as deep as his experiences. It eventually shows.

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There was no greater freedom than when I would leave Holiday Park Fish Camp heading my airboat west toward the Big Cypress. Fuel for 4 days, a good machete, an ice chest. No phone, no radio. Just God and me and the Everglades.