Where has the time gone?

[Ron Kulas]

this is my story.

It all started back in 1964. I studied deer behavior from my crib and at the ripe old age of one. I brought home my first deer. I'm the one with my hand in my mouth. I didn't read the regs very well so I missed the part about killing the deer.



During the spring and summer months. I spent some time on the racing circuit but soon infighting with the pit crew brought an end to that. That's me in the lead car



I would spend the fall and winters on the Northern range hunting deer. I'm the one in the middle with the brown hat.



As time passed. It was getting a bit crowded on the farm.



I mean REALLY crowded. (far right)



It was time to branch out on my own and live off the land. (and whatever I could carry in a brown paper bag.)



I met up with a couple of fur traders and we made our way West to settle new frontiers. (center)



I got in with a bad crowd and did a bit of partying.







I raised a little too much hell and had to lay low for a while.

[Ron Kulas]

When fur prices dropped. I tried my hand at farming for a few years.



I realized that the farm life was not for me and it was back to the woods chasing deer.



I lived off the land



Over the years I cut down my share.









Then I met a good woman and I showed he the finer things in life. (far right)



Now I had a family to provide for.





We raised up a youngin and taught him the way of the woods.

[Ron Kulas]

And before long we had another boy to teach.



He took right to it a killed himself a gator when he was only 13



He learned all the weapons









We now had two boys to take over the hunting chores.




And they did a hell of a job



This freed up a lot of my time to try a little fishing.
And to try my hand at modeling.



Who knows where it will lead to next.

[Ron Kulas]

I then starting hunting in other arts of the world, outside my home state.