On Sunday, my friend Greg Inda called. "I need a mountain man for a fur trader photoshoot. I had someone lined up, but they just called in sick. How soon can you be here?" Who can resist a call like that? The real question is why I wasn't his first choice as a mountain man. I mean, c'mon, look at that beard. That stoic gaze. That easy way with a plastic shotgun.
Greg promises more photos from the shoot soon (there were also pretty ladies in furs involved).
