One Saturday morning my mom was jokingly complaining about all the honey I was eating.
My dad said, “Son if you go to the library and do the research on beekeeping, I’ll buy you a hive.” Well I wasn’t gonna let that offer go to waste. I went to the library and came home with a pile of books. As a young teenager this was the most fun reading I ever did.
My dad and I drove a couple of hours away to buy one hive. A couple of years later I found myself working with a retired Major who had over three hundred hives. My first day I showed up with my big rubber gloves and Bill, the bee guy, just laughed at them. He said, “You can’t do anything with those things.” He handed me a ratty old pair of holey leather gloves. I think I averaged about a dozen stings a day. The first week was hell until my body got used to the venom. It helped a lot that Bill loved root beer floats and he knew where all the ice cream stands were. After working a nasty bee yard, I knew I would be getting a large chocolate shake. Today at fifty three, I get a really strong urge for a large chocolate shake after working the hives.
Beekeeping has been a passion of mine for many years. I love to think bees, talk bees, and work bees. More recently I want to do my best to help people get into beekeeping and stay in it.