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About the Author:
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When I was 8-16 years old, I ran the mountains like a wild boy. My Dad always said, “Son, You belong to the Dirty Foot Tribe.” The reason, because in my younger days I ran those mountains with only an Loincloth, Spear, Bow & Quiver of Arrows, Sling, Hunting Knife in scabbard, well cleaned Deer Bladder for a canteen, Flint & Steel for fire, a headband with two feathers, and Barefooted. No wonder my feet were dirty.
So I experience the wild first hand and barefooted. In the wild you had to learn how to survive, or Mother Nature gave you a failed grade, and you became buzzard bait or magpie pie.
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Book Review:
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He's beautiful! Awesome, I feel like my kid left the nest. Way to go Frightful! Way to go John!
Jeanne L Krause
How did a bird I've never seen in person get to be so important to me? I'm eager for the book. I feel like I've been reading the galley drafts of the book already. Best of all, it is a book with pictures!
Rob Tappana
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