My name is Bill Herb. I am in the early half of my sixties. I live with my wife of many years, son, and chocolate Lab on Fairlee Creek near Chestertown. I work from home, and when I need to take a break, I watch the pair of eagles across the creek in their new nest.
Prior to my current gig, I was, at times, a consulting forester, an instructor in the repair of Army cryptologic equipment, a hydrologist, a computer specialist, a manager of hydrologists, an environmental manager for the Army, and a manager of an Army environmental software testing team.
I am a Pennsylvania Dutchman from the anthracite region, and remember a life with an outhouse and no running water. I have lived and worked in Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Maryland, back to Pennsylvania, Texas, Minnesota, and finally back to Maryland. I do not intend to move again.
I grew up trout fishing on creeks that you could pee across, and graduated to fly fishing on larger streams in Pennsylvania. I also did a lot of rabbit and deer hunting. For most of my working career, I have been unable to make the time available to do as much fishing or hunting as I would have liked. Maybe before too long, I will step back from work a bit, and fit in more fishing and hunting between various family obligations.
I run a 1991 Grady White 228G, “Glory Days”, and just have re-powered with a brand spanking new Yamaha 4-stroke, which replaced my unreliable 1996 “big Johnson”. I am looking forward to better performance.
My Bay fishing interests are centered around LTJ and similar techniques, and I have no interest what-so-ever in trolling, let alone trolling with planer boards. However, I am a live-and-let-live kind of guy. I am far more interested in catch and release than catch and kill, and if I never put another fish in the box, that would be just fine with me. Well, maybe some perch.
In spite of a conservationist frame of mind, I have been known to eat both crabs and oysters (in moderation). I think that Omega Protein is a boil on the butt of mankind, and the Bay menhaden reduction industry should be eliminated, and a moratorium put on the harvest of Bay oysters.
Although I have been a NRA Life member since before some of you were a gleam in your daddy’s eye, I probably am quite a bit to the left of most of you politically, but as I said, I’m a live-and-let-live kinda guy and won’t hold your wrong-headedness against you.
