Teacher, by Don Tassone

From his earliest days, he was drawn to the woods. To him, they were more inviting than any classroom, more exciting than any game, more interesting than any book.

When others left for college, he headed to Montana, where he found a place deep in the wilderness. He built a cabin there and spent his days and nights there, exploring, fishing, drinking from a stream, picking berries, sitting on a fallen tree, hiking through the snow, cutting wood, building fires, watching moose, listening to owls.

He lived his life in the woods. He never left, and he never stopped learning.


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