August Hunicke

Born (196 and raised in the Alaskan bush. No power, no running water my entire childhood. We lived almost entirely off the land, eating salmon and moose meat primarily. Bought rice, beans, and wheat in large sacks periodically. My father was originally from Southern California but after Vietnam wasn't welcomed home. He made his own home with my beautiful mother in Hatcher Pass Alaska, far from stores and cars and highways. He built the log cabin I was born in. He delivered me and my brothers and sisters there and raised us up working hard. He read us the bible and taught us about God. I'm not ashamed of it nor do I think I have to plead with anyone to "get saved." Growing up, I was embarrassed at times by where we lived and thought we were poor because we didn't have light switches and drive a k car. Now I know we were rich. Rich in substance and heart and capability. I thought I was lazy as a child because I didn't look forward to all the hard work. I found out later when I entered the work force in the tree and also commercial fishing industries that I was not lazy but in fact stood out as a hard worker. I live in Oregon now, 2 miles from my now civilized parents (light switches and all) because they moved here. I have a beautiful wife and little ones. I want them to be close to my parents. Home is wherever my parents go and I intend to carry on the legacy of love of my father until I die in all my relationships, including here at the Tree House.

Hunting, fishing, tree wrecking, writing, working with video.

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