Welcome to my web page. I hope you find what you’re looking for and if not, drop me a note and I’ll see what I can do.
Let’s get one thing straight. I’m pretty much a regular guy with a great wife (Sharon), an aspiring hunter of a son (Cole) and a busy daughter (Katelyn) testing every activity she can squeeze into her days. We live in north central Wyoming near the town of Sheridan, voted America’s number one Western town in America. Our family is bigger than I mentioned. We also share our property with a couple of saddle horses, one border collie and several cats, not to mention mule deer, pronghorns, coyotes and the occasional porcupine. If you followed my blog in the past you may also remember our rescued skunks that hung out at the Kayser place.
My story actually starts in South Dakota where I was born and raised...
I grew up in the corn country of eastern South Dakota where I first cut my teeth on whitetails. Simultaneously I was also raised in the Black Hills since our family owned a cabin and property high in the southwestern corner of the mountains. Landing in Sheridan was perfect. It has everything including whitetails, muleys, pronghorns, elk, moose, bear, wolves, mountain lions, turkeys and lots of small game.
Throughout my youth I had an attraction to wildlife and it led me to draw, photograph and finally write about it. In college I started on the course to becoming a game warden, but switched part way through to become a journalist. After a 14-year stint with the state of South Dakota working in public relations I took the big plunge to freelance full-time in the outdoor industry.
Today writing, photography, seminar presentations and hosting TV shows pays the bills. I’m my own boss and with the help of my wife we’ve carved out a living from a very competitive market. The hours are long, the travel nonstop and the stress of inconsistent payments is forever ongoing. Still, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
I have a lot of people to thank for my outdoor roots. My father’s farming and farm implement business kept me in the country and connected with the local farming people, real salt of the earth folks. Even though my father wasn’t a big hunter he would find the time to take me hunting between tractor sales. As for my mother, it was her vacation planning and prodding that opened my eyes to the vastness of the West. Both my grandfathers were heroes, but I lost one while I was still a youngster. In time grandpa Buskerud became my hunting buddy. He always found time to take me hunting and I loved to hear his stories about being part of a tank crew in Italy at the end of World War II. I also had several mentors take me under their arm to show me the business side of the hunting industry and my thanks go out to Judd Cooney and Ron Spomer, both good friends till this day. As for my heroes, that’s easy. I applaud and thank every member of our armed services who defend this country and keep my family safe, day and night, 24/7.
Friends who know me well also know I’m not a big Facebook or Twitter proponent, but check in. Even a hick can learn a thing or two about modern communications. Here’s an even better option, let’s meet in the field!
Thanks again for visiting!