Ted Schnack Jr.  Bronze Sculpture

Sometimes the wind of fate doesn’t just blow you somewhere—it’s a rumbling tornado that throws you, or a sliver of light through a cracked door. Life is a string of decisions, some of them messy, some no-brainers. Some small—like realizing you should’ve gotten the tacos instead of the chimichanga. Others carry massive pros and cons—like winding up a cloud of bone shards and meat because of a bad call or on the most amazing soul stretching adventure of your life.  Its your cal

Hard Core Do it yourself Old Schooler.  No guides-No private land.  Solo Wilderness backpack hunter long before cell phones or anything...

I was a skinny teenager in the '70s, typical of the era. I was always fascinated by fighters and bodybuilders I would see on TV. That’s what a man should act and look like. Because I was sort of a skinny pretty boy, the jungle of teenage boys thought I was an easy mark. I was quick to fight back but got my ass kicked a couple of times in junior high and high school. I had this thing in me—I just couldn’t take shit from anybody and would react before I assessed the odds of suc

By Ted Schnack Babylon the Great... the dwelling place of demons... the mother of prostitutes... and abominations of the earth. —...