
by Steve Earley As a young boy who read “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn,” I dreamed of such a life. No school, no pesky parents, adventure, living off the land, guns, hunting, fishing and a loyal companion. My boyhood was the complete opposite – growing up in the asphalt jungle of Los Angeles. My friend and I dreamed of living in the country where we could roam, hunt and fish – and always be accompanied by our faithful hunting dogs. He longed to live in Texas. But, for me, it was a dream of living back in the woods of Maine where...





