You may or may not recognise the above as the swamps of Southeast Louisiana.This is where I call home. I live in the highlands north of this spot,with my wife, my daughter , my mother-in-law, and our
many friends( some call pets ). This place is 20 miles southeast of my home, my place of retreat.  About my handle... Many ask and recieve the shortened version
online. Here is the whole story. Many of you know the stories of the
BOOGEY MAN, an annoying critter we use to scare our children into
behaving, well here in the South he is also called the WOOLEY BUGGER.

    In the '70's I was outta control, being an outlaw biker,drinking ,
doing drugs, no contact with any being I could call greater than myself.
My cohorts named me Bugger Red. Because of my long flaming red hair
and beard, and 'cause I could intimidate adults as well as children.
    In 1978 there came an awakening in my life ( the details won't be
discussed here ), and my life made a 180. The trip from the Gates of Hell
to where I am to day has been one miracle after another. Although I
don't always see it as such.I keep the handle as a reminder of who
I was.

    In 1988 I met a lovely Auburn haired Comanche woman ( she later became
my wife ), strong willed and compassionate. It was she who found the
native side of my family, and set me on this path. I am young in
knowledge of this path but never unwilling to learn from old or
young...

                       If I listen twice as much as I talk I learn.

    The creator has blessed me with many fine friends who have helped me
along the way. Links will be provided when I have their permission. Long winded ain't I..Stay Tuned .... As I grow so will this site