I was born into a family of 3rd generation cattle ranching. Along with my mother and father, Elizabeth and Henry Bohna, and siblings, Tom and Cindy, I spent my childhood balancing school, chores, brandings, and moving cattle from one field to the next. Summer's always came with the duty of managing 400 to 600 head of cattle on our 7 day, cross country, cattle drive to the Sierra Nevada. Here, in the humble cabin my father built, we spent the months of summer among towering mountains, elegant meadows, and pristine and powerful rivers as our time was occupied with work, living off of limited supplies, and, for me especially, charming chipmunks to keep our company as summer-time pets. From mending fences, fighting off mosquitoes, putting out salt, maintaining peace with bears, and keeping track of the roaming cattle, we were kept quite busy. At the time I am sure the solitary work did not seem all that great, early mornings, late nights, hot days, rain coats, and crisp flakes of snow on my frost bitten face, but I have grown to realize they are the very treasures of my youth. Now, my brother, sister, and myself, along with our families, carry on the work of my late father. Together we raise a new generation in the ethics of honest hard work, the value of preserving the balance between the land and the cattle, and the precious treasure of working as a family.