About Me – Monster Hunter Nation. Name: Larry Correia. Location: Utah, USADescription:  Male. Very bald. Occupation:  Writer. Merchant of Death (retired). Firearms Instructor.

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I’ve had this blog for three years now, so I figured I should actually put some information on this page. I was raised in El Nido, California. Ironically, I was also strong as an ox because I had to hoist bales of hay every day, but when you drink a gallon of extra- whole- super- plus- fat milk direct from the tank daily, (all you can drink, and it’s sorta free!) you do tend to chub up.

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I was that one kid that always had a book in my hands and was usually reading at recess instead of actually doing stuff. It was my mom that installed a love of reading in me. My dad considered reading fiction a complete waste of time, since reading time should be devoted to information related to important things, like cows or tractors. But I was a voracious reader. I read everything I could find. Eventually I got them all. There was just something heroic about those that caught my imagination.

The first real fantasy novel I ever read was Sword of Shannara by Terry Brooks. Somebody my mom knew had picked it up at a yard sale. It was amazing. After that I discovered Raymond E. Feist and David Eddings, whole new worlds opened, and I knew that I wanted to write fantasy. I even illustrated them with dragons and swords and lots of explosions, because why the hell not? It would be another twenty- five years before I discovered that I could actually make money at it. The first sci- fi I was introduced to was John Dalmas, and from there I went on a crazed spiral of reading everything possible.

I polished off Dune when I was about ten. Mom didn’t believe me. She had to read it herself and then give me a quiz.

She was impressed. Besides cow hoisting and hay tossing, I was also our farm’s pest eradicator. Squirrels and rabbits would burrow into our irrigation ditches, and then when you ran water down them, they would break and flood the roads. Basically, I shot a lot of animals growing up.

As farmers, you had your good years and your bad years. I remember one Christmas where all my presents were a new pair of work gloves and a brick of . No matter how poor we got, there was always an ammo budget. I loved shooting. It wasn’t really the hunting aspect.

I didn’t enjoy killing animals, but it was part of my job and I was really good at it. And then one day you shot your pet in the brain, hung it up, and cut it into steaks.

It really helps keep that whole circle of life thing in perspective. I don’t think city kids or suburbanites really grasp it. Rather, shooting was about the interaction between me and the weapon. If I did what I was supposed to do, then this mechanical marvel would do what it was supposed to do.

It was remarkable. I loved guns. I’m a gun- geek. Life was tough. Like I said, there were good years and bad years. A string of bad years were a real challenge for everyone. We lost the farm. My dad wanted to try and start over somewhere where land and hay was cheaper.

My family moved to Utah. I was the oldest and my dad and I were at that stage that many young men reach with their fathers where they really want to murder each other. I stayed in California.

I was a junior in high school. At the time my plan was to go to Cal Poly San Luis Obispo. Moving to Utah was stupid. Why would anyone want to move to Utah? I moved to Delta, Utah, and back in with my family, half way through my senior year in high school.

I was from El Nido, but I went to high school in Merced. Merced, California is a decent enough place, but at the time they had a bit of a gang problem. Wrong place. Wrong time. So I got my jaw dislocated and a concussion.

Their plan of walking up to an unsuspecting doofus and clubbing him over the head and then mudstomping him was brilliantly executed. Except for one little thing. Remember that part about hoisting cows daily? Said lesson would probably involve putting bullets into my vital organs. Plus, my personal stash of college- money steers contracted tetanus and most of them died.

Kids, get those tetanus shots! Trust me on this one. I even looked to the military as a career path and way to pay for my education. However, Bill Clinton was our new president and was in the process of gutting everything. The recruiters were kind of ho- hum, and then they shot me right the heck down when we got to the part where I had severe allergies, asthma, and extremely flat feet.

I’ve had podiatrists ask to take pictures of them). So. Sure, I’d visited, and the people always seemed friendly enough, but I found that I was actually really comfortable there. Everyone was literate and liked guns.

Plus, California was becoming increasingly odd, with wacky socialists in charge of everything? Yeah, I read Das Kapital for fun when I was a teenager. Even as a kid I could see how ridiculous that philosophy was)  I checked out Utah State University on a whim, and ended up getting an excellent scholarship offer. It would have made a good sitcom. I got a job at the campus bookstore, but sadly, didn’t get to work with the fun books in the fiction section. What a racket. They’re making peanuts!) It was also during this period of working with professors that I lost every last bit of respect I’d ever had for academics. I worked hard, held down multiple jobs, and strangely enough, got religious for the first time in my life.

I went through a period where I started examining my personal beliefs and philosophies, because I was a strange young man. I had made some good Latter Day Saint friends, and I had enough respect for them that I decided to listen to their spiel. It clicked. For the first time in my life, I found something that made sense for me, and that I believed in. I converted to Mormonism, and only later found out that I’d only get one wife. That was me. I like to think I was pretty good at it too. Well, as good as somebody that looked like a young, hulking, terrifying James Gandolfini could be expected to do in a field where you randomly go up and talk to complete strangers.

It is a tough job. And they’re unpaid volunteers who’re trying to do what they think is the right thing. Don’t run them off the road. Don’t fling beer bottles at them as you pass by (you have no idea how much that hurts!). I had one assignment where I spent four months living out of a car and driving from small town to small town across Alabama, Tennessee, and Mississippi, so I saw a lot of country. People ask me why MHI is set in the South, and that’s why.

Southerners get screwed in fiction. They’re portrayed as hicks, racists, and illiterates. In real life they’re proud, heroic, smart, hard working, good people. Why accounting? It was like being a nerdy version of Batman. At the time, you either needed to be an accountant or lawyer, (both of which sounded boring as hell, but getting a CPA was cheaper than going to law school), so I decided that was what I would do. Without going into a lot of details, I was a witness to a very bad person doing something crazy, and the resulting aftermath where he then decided to try and kill an innocent person. I retrieved a gun and intervened.

I didn’t shoot anyone, but I was about half a second from pulling the trigger on another human being. Everything worked out, but when I took stock afterward, I realized that I’d blundered my way through a violent encounter, made a ton of stupid mistakes, and there were a hundred other ways that the situation could have played out where I would have gotten killed.

This was also how I stumbled into the dawn of the internet gun culture, which would go on to play an important part of my life. I found out many years later that the bad guy I was prepared to shoot that day had gone on to be deported three times before eventually murdering a cop. Welcome back” like she knew me. She was hot. She acted like she had known me from before I’d left for Alabama, but I was certain I would have remembered her. How To Make A Tree Map On Microsoft Word. She’d just thought it would be funny to embarrass me.

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