I was still a boy when I left the Ozarks, only sixteen years old. Since that day, I've left my footprints in many lands: the frozen wastelands of the Arctic, the bush country of Old Mexico, and the steaming jungles of Yucatan. Throughout my life, I've been a lover of the great outdoors. I have built campfires in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, and hunted wild turkey in the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee and the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. I have climbed the Grand Tetons of Wyoming, and hunted bull elk in the primitive area of Idaho. I can truthfully say that, regardless of where I have roamed or wandered, I have always looked for the fairy ring. I have never found one, but I'll keep looking and hoping. If the day ever comes that I walk up to that snow-white circle, I'll step into the center of it, kneel down, and make one wish, for in my heart I believe in the legend of the rare fairy ring.