Instead of Merely A Living
Roland Cheek's
Oh yes, there've been grizzly bears: charging from alder thickets with teeth bared and ears back, or digging tubers in a marsh with breezes rippling silvertipped guard hair along hump and rump.
Roland has had them stare at him with something akin to disdain, or charge to within 10-feet, teeth clacking and head swinging low to the ground. He's been scared spitless, yet still thanked God for the privilege of walking the same paths of this most powerful of the earth's great carnivores.
It's a legitimate question. After all, where does the guy get off writing about the Old West from the disadvantage of dwelling in the 21st Century. Roland can hardly have been in a gunfight at the O.K. Corral or punched dogies down the streets of Abilene,
But he has straddled rawboned ponies over a few trail miles amid some of the wildest mountain country in America --
At last, after crafting six prior non-fiction books, hundreds of magazine articles, and thousands of newspaper columns and radio scripts about his adventures, Roland at last turned his talents to Western novels, tales from the heart and based in part on the historical record, dripping with realism, and utilizing much of the plethora of his own experiences.
Well, for starters, few individuals can match Roland's outdoors credentials.
Consider the man's incredible insider's knowledge of the place God made for himself--and for the lucky people with whom He deigns to share the land and its chosen features and creatures.
Roland Cheek bucked blizzards and avalanches by day and suffered below-zero nights while searching out remote basins and distant mountain valleys for the promised Valhallas he thought were there. o reach those promised paradises also meant rafting perilous whitewater rivers, fighting wildfires, enduring deluges and lightning storms and tremendous tempests. There've been bull elk bugling in a meadow at break of day, "rocking chair" bucks topping distant ridgelines and rainbow trout as large as a big man's forearm, erupting from the placid lake surface with a fly dangling from the lip
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Roland wants to share his experiences with others in danger of losing a leg up on life through their own indifference; to help them understand that a lifetime is one huge learning curve. And there's no better way to stay ahead of that curve than through reading.Roland wants to reinforce the things your system has been teaching from the beginning to the end of each student's school years. He thinks those budding adults might just perk up and listen to a guy who's obviously not just another flannel suit giving them a bunch more dos and don'ts | ||
