I, like many of you probably do, spend most of my time hanging around what I call, "civilians" in real life. That is my wife and daughters are little ladies that I open the door for. Though I look a bit like a cave man, I treat my wife with great tenderness and compassion as she is my queen. I attend church regularly. I am friendly with a number of biker types, to use the cliché for guys with plenty of hair and long beards right? I’m not a bar guy at all, though to most people, I suppose I sort of look like one. In fact... I don't even have a single tattoo. Pathetic I know. It's ironic given that many of the people I hang around with in my Boa business and obsession, are the tattooed counter culture type. There are plenty of other regular guys you wouldn’t give a second look if you passed them in the mall. You know what I mean. I get along great with anyone involved in the Reptile business regardless of their own proclivity to have a more attention grabbing appearance or the typical more conformist style. So...

As a guy with a BIG beard, I never really know what most people think about my beard. Now I know that since I am the more masculine type, I would never admit to caring one whit about what anyone else thinks about my beard, but, deep down inside, it is kind of neat when you know a person that really admires the whiskers. Which brings me to the single greatest compliment anyone ever paid me regarding my beard.



It was about a year ago. The beard was a tad shorter than it is now. I was standing at my table at a Reptile show plying my wares, when a little guy came down my isle. He was, oh about ten years of age. A typical looking kid, like I once was a while back. Not that long ago you people that I was just a boy… LOL! He looked up at me with wonder in his eyes and said those words clearly and with great confidence, that I shall never forget, I can hear those words like they were yesterday, he exclaimed, "you have a MIGHTY BEARD!" Might Beard... I’ll take that.