Ruff's Den
About Ferrel Kasson
[Ferrel has had a change of species, and this page needs some updating, I believe... I will update when I get info on what to update!]
Hi there and welcome to my “About Me” page! Seeing as you're reading this on his site, you probably know Ruff. Well, I’m honored to say that I’m one of his closest, and definatly his furriest friend. The name’s Ferrel, Ferrel Kasson. If you really want to know anything more about me, well, that’s what this page is for. If not, well…I’m not surprised.
Well, we might as well just bust into it, so here we go! To start, my first fourteen years were spent all over the place, so I’ll just throw down the key points. Alright, at age five, after three moves in the United States, it was off to Germany for me. Six and a half years later I moved back to the U.S., and settled down a bit. I’ve visited twenty two countries and twenty three of the United States so far (if my count is still accurate), not a bad start for only sixteen years of existance, eh?
Some furry history what your lookin’ for? No problem. I’ve always loved animals…always…so that may play a slight roll in my furriness. At age five I began to notice a strange feeling of acceptance and understanding with animals, and began thinking and feeling more and more like them. Soon I had thoughts and dreams of actually transforming into an animal, and I knew that something was changing. At first these thoughts struck me as unacceptable and juvenile, but I soon realized how blind I was and opened up my mind. By age seven I thought that I had identified my inner species, a wolf, but I now know that I was a little off. Eight more years of furry progression and quite a bit of animal behavior research, and I had found myself. Vulpes vulpes, the red fox. The behavior, traits, and instincts matched me perfectly, so that was it, I was, and still am, a fox. Through the miracles of the internet I began searching for others like me. Then, one that one beautiful day in 2001, I found it, the furry fandom.
So, what does the fox do? Get comfy, this might take a minute…or twenty. Well, the real time consumer in my life is school. I’m currently a Junior, that’s right, an upperclassmen…err…upperclassfox? I, personally, love school, well, minus the mathematics aspect of it. Technically, I’m unemployed, but I have my ways of making my cash. I am an amateur freelance and wildlife photographer. Unfortunatly, the summer proved to be quite unproductive sales wise, but I got a muzzle full of practice and experience anyway. I’m also an author of anthropomorphic and fictional short stories and poems. On the non-fiction side of things, I also write instructional papers, commentaries, and other informative documents. Aside from the photography and writing, I’m in to paintball, biking (mountain, street B.M.X.), motorcycling, auto tuning/racing (street, rally, off-road), close-combat (unarmed, bladed), solo trombone, random stunts, and about everything to do with the being furry! I’m also into marksmanship, and am getting into archery and golf. Trust me, I could go on for hours on more, but I’ll shut my muzzle and let you carry on.
Later on in life, after college and such, I plan to become a professional wildlife photographer for, well, anyone who’ll hire me. My dream is to one day work for National Geographic as, of course, a photographer, and I’ll stop at nothing to make that dream a reality! For now I’m open to commissions, and if you want a pic of something, shoot me an email to
anthrofurry@yahoo.com
, and I’ll hook ya’ up dirt cheap. Other than that, I have no real plans.
Here is some information about myself that is, if nothing else, amusing. I like almost all the music in the world. I listen to everything from solo flute to the heaviest rock to, recently, gregorian chant. Pretty much the only thing I wont listen to is country, ugh, can’t stand it. Let’s see, I pretty much don’t eat meat, maybe once every month or two, but it’s only on rare occasion. I don’t have a problem with the eating of meat, I just don’t enjoy it. Anywho, I don’t like television, large automobiles, fox hunts, and well, humanity. Sound brutal? Maybe, but the more I think about humanity, the more riffed I get. Right, I fear spiders, needles, and ravaging herds of fox hunters. Alright, so these things don’t actually scare me, they just make me uncomfortable. I do not fear death, clowns, or the end of humanity as we know it. No, actually, clowns creep me out (humor, joke, funny, don’t hate me if you’re a clown).
