Inheriting a Love for the Outdoors

An essay I wrote for Latino Outdoors about learning to hunt and fish from my father.

Originally published for Latino Outdoors

I was 7 years old the first time I watched my dad clean a catfish. We were in the kitchen of the old ranch house in the Pocono Mountains where we’d go every summer to escape the city. He cut off its head. Even separated from its body, the fish’s lips smacked together like it was still breathing. I was terrified. A…