I need to find that picture. The one where I water skied directly over a seven-foot alligator, while on the edge of the Pearl River Swamp outside New Orleans with a couple of high school buddies. We took it a few minutes after I hit the gator, dropped the rope and climbed a cypress tree, still wearing my skis! Turns out the gator was already dead, so being young guys, we dragged it in the boat and took pics with our heads in the massive beast’s mouth, his head in our mouths, dancing with it, fighting…until we ran out of film. I have the pictures and one creepy hand with jagged claws preserved in a jar to prove it. I scribbled down that story in high school, along with football and scouting adventures along with other snippets of history that I find from time to time. A journal from the weeks I spent miles at sea on an oil rig, the right of passage for many Louisiana boys, was the first long form writing sample I can remember. There was a lot of emotion—mostly fear and loneliness in those words, scratched in my normally messy handwritten, made worse by the vibration of the rig. I’ve captured stories from my time growing up in Louisiana, to frozen Chicago after college, and on to Nashville for my work as a producer/director. From Hollywood to the White House and beyond, I’ve enjoyed interactions involving celebrities, superheroes, rock stars, and performers of every type. Big productions are a blast and staging live shows in front of thousands live or millions on tv get me pretty jazzed. Some of my favorite audiences can be found around a campfire while I spin the true adventures of my years in the swamps of New Orleans and the Mississippi River. After a lifetime of producing, I have stepped out from behind the camera to offer my first novel, Sell Montana. I love this country and have developed a healthy mistrust of big government. Sell Montana takes a poke at those folks who love to spend our money. It’s storytelling, only bigger. And that’s what I love best! Enjoy the ride.