For the past 20 years I've played my guitar and sang my songs for lots of wonderful people. I've played from the Bayou's of Louisiana, towns along the Gulf of Mexico, out west in Arizona, Florida and the Keys, the coast of Georgia, South Carolina, my home in North Carolina and a lot of places in between. It has been great! This experience has been made so special because of the people I've met. The large assortment of folks, one meets in bars and honky-tonks, my fellow fisherman either, commercial or sports fisherman and my musician buddies. What touches my heart most and makes some of the warmest memories are the older people I have met that have been together through thick and thin. The watermen of the shallows, the oyster men, the clammers and the off shore Captains of the big rigs. Time and distance could never destroy their relationships, if anything, it only made them stronger. When I wrote the song, "The Oysterman" it was around 5:00am in the morning, about the time most fishermen get up or are already hard at work. I thought of Bill Carraway, the Dock master at the ESSO fuel terminal on the Cape Fear River, Wilmington, NC. Grainger Thompson and Chester Canaday, sprang to mind, both being long time watermen on Middle Sound near Wilmington, NC. Also in my heart was my friend Doug King, a commercial king mackerel fisherman from Sebastian, Florida, Roland Hill, an oysterman I had met in Grant, Florida and my young friend, Capt. Danny Brown, my favorite guide in Key Largo, Florida. My friends in Hatteras, NC, Capt. DM Gray, Capt. Rom Whitaker and I will never forget Capt. Ernal Foster of the ALBATROSS FLEET, all from Hatteras, NC. Gone but not forgotten, Capt. Ed Wolfe, ran his boat the WHIPSAW for many years out of Wrightsville Beach, N.C. His son, Capt. Robbie Wolfe, continues his great legacy. All in all, I thank these impeccable seamen and all the wonderful fans and supporters of my music for helping me to bring you "The Oysterman".