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Hope you've enjoyed checking out my page, The Tar Heel Outdoorsman.  I'm Robert Daniel.  Thanks for reading my stringing some words together and for following along!  This site is a creative outlet, a place where I can jot a few words down. I hope it'll be at least partially entertaining or informative, if you want to learn about some outdoor pursuits in our great state.  

I love anything that gets me outside---hiking, camping, sailing, fishing, hunting---but my two greatest outdoors passions are fly-fishing and duck hunting.  I am by no means an expert angler, nor am I an expert water-fowler, but I really get a kick out of writing about my time outdoors.  Out in the swamp or the woods or the salt marsh, or on the sound or the river.   

Growing up in both Wilson and Raleigh, NC, I'd consider myself a Southerner, a North Carolinian, but above all, an outdoorsman.  Ever since I can remember, I've been drawn to the beauty, the peacefulness, the refuge, and the unknown that is the outdoors.  I currently live in Edenton, NC, with my beautiful wife and our basset hound and black lab.  

I attended Sweetwater Guide School, and guided at Smith Fork Ranch and additionally at  A-Bar-A Ranch.  I earned my USCG Captain's license in 2017 and guided some light tackle and fly fishing trips in and around Wilmington, Wrightsville Beach, and Figure Eight Island, as well as an occasional trout trip in the mountains.  I'm a graduate of UNC Chapel Hill, finishing up with a History major and minors in Creative Writing and Spanish in the Professions.  I'm also a graduate of UNC School of Law and currently work in local government and serve  part-time as a Judge Advocate in the U.S. Army Reserve.  

 If you want to reach out, give me a shout below!  Follow along on Instagram @tarheeloutdoorsman.  Thanks again.  






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  1. Welcome to the blogosphere, sir. Hope things go well on The Hill!

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    1. Thanks Mike! I've enjoyed reading your blog over the years.

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