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| Pictured left to right: B&A, MOH and some homeless guy. |
The B&A Stowaway
B&A Stowaway was born on a northbound boxcar, close to the Canadian border. When the conductor rolled him out of the train car, he landed on his feet running. Growing up in a pile of railroad ties, he bathed in the Aroostook River and ate moosemeat cooked on a piece of railroad rail. He grew up with a lawless posse of other northern rednecks, known as the Trailerpark Mafia. Living by the motto 'ADVENTURE: taking inappropriate equipment to out-of-the-way places', he has driven through rivers with a Dodge Intrepid, kayaked a 17 mile river with a handful of pistachios for food, co-ridden a Coleman air mattress through a Class IV rapid, and rode through a mall parking lot on a Parris sled, holding onto a C-clamp tied to the bumper of a pickup. Most of his formative years were spent with friend/paintball pal/Sagamook sidekick/biker bud/camping conspirator Mike Oscar Hotel. Growing up as Christopherson Salt Chuthers' brother didn't help matters any. One of B&A's favorite childhood memories is of helping Christopherson learn to swim by shoving him into an overflowing drainage ditch.
Two weeks after a court case involving the mis-advised attempt to relocate a beaver dam by using homemade high explosives, B&A stowed away on an airplane headed for Texas and went through Air Force boot camp. He joined the Air Guard, but instead of the 'one weekend a month' deal, he got six years of 24/7 employment as a jet engine mechanic, finishing his stretch with four month summer 'vacation' in Qatar. He decided it was fun, but after he sent home as many MREs and paracord as he could, he left the active duty guard and joined an Air Guard station in Michigan.
B&A now lives in mid-Michigan with his beautiful wife and young son. He is attempting to teach his son the ways of the County Woodsman, but at 3 months, not much is sticking yet. You can read his son's thoughts at http://twitter.com/#!/Mortonation.
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