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Author Steven T. Callan and Friends at the Chico Costco Book Signing for The Game Warden's Son

Scenes from a Book Signing: Chico Costco

Author Steven T. Callan and Friends at the Chico Costco Book Signing for The Game Warden's Son

Having grown up near Chico and graduated from Chico State, I always enjoy coming back to my old stomping grounds. Last week’s successful book signing at the Chico Costco made this occasion extra special: I was able to visit with classmates I hadn’t seen since high school and make a passel of new friends. Kathy and I had a great time and thought we’d share our experience by posting a few photographs.

Author Steven T. Callan discusses his book, The Game Warden's Son, with Nancy Wiegman, host of NPR's Nancy's Bookshelf

Interview on NPR’s Nancy’s Bookshelf Airs April 15

Author Steven T. Callan discusses his book, The Game Warden's Son, with Nancy Wiegman, host of NPR's Nancy's Bookshelf

I recently had the pleasure of being a guest on the popular National Public Radio program Nancy’s Bookshelf. What an honor to be interviewed by one of radio’s finest and most professional hosts, Nancy Wiegman.  I invite all my friends to listen to the interview this Friday morning, April 15, at 10:00 a.m., on KFPR in Redding (88.9 FM) or KCHO in Chico (91.7 FM). You can also listen to the broadcast live or play it at your convenience by going to mynspr.org.

Lower Battle Creek as it would appear during the fall salmon run. Photo by Author Steven T. Callan.

Stakeout at Battle Creek

Lower Battle Creek as it would appear during the fall salmon run. Photo by Author Steven T. Callan.

Lower Battle Creek as it would appear during the fall salmon run. All photos, unless otherwise noted, by author.

This is an excerpt from “Stakeout at Battle Creek,” a chapter in my recently released sequel, The Game Warden’s Son.

I’m sometimes asked if I had any favorite places to work during my twenty-one years supervising the warden force in western Shasta County. Lower Battle Creek immediately comes to mind—from the mouth, where Battle Creek flows into the Sacramento River, to the barrier weir at Coleman National Fish Hatchery.

Author Steven T. Callan and friends at his first book signing on his 2016 book tour

2016 Book Tour Off to a Great Start

Author Steven T. Callan and friend at his first book signing on his 2016 book tour

My 2016 book tour got off to a fantastic start last Saturday, with a sell-out book signing at the Nor-Cal Boat, Sport and RV Show. In spite of stormy weather, readers came from all over Northern California to pick up a signed copy of my recently released book, The Game Warden’s Son. Kathy and I had a ball, visiting with friends—old and new—from as far away as Orland, Chico, Old Station, and the Bay Area.

Mallards are hard to beat for grace and beauty. The drake’s dark-blue head shines iridescent green in the light, hence the nickname “greenhead.” Photo by Steven T. Callan

Greenheads and Muddy Sneakers

Mallards are hard to beat for grace and beauty. The drake’s dark-blue head shines iridescent green in the light, hence the nickname “greenhead.” Photo by Steven T. Callan

Mallards are hard to beat for grace and beauty. The drake’s dark-blue head shines iridescent green in the light, hence the nickname “greenhead.” All photos by author

“Dad, can I go with you?” I pleaded. “There’s no school tomorrow.” I enjoyed riding on patrol, weekends and sometimes after school—whenever I didn’t have baseball or basketball practice. Soon after moving to Northern California, I’d been given a copy of Francis Kortright’s classic, The Ducks, Geese and Swans of North America, and had become fascinated with waterfowl—so much so that at age fourteen I could identify just about every duck and goose in the Pacific Flyway.

—From The Game Warden’s Son

Author Steven T. Callan at the helm of the Fish and Game patrol boat Marlin, 1959.

A Trip to the Islands

Author Steven T. Callan at the helm of the Fish and Game patrol boat Marlin, 1959.

Taking my turn at the helm of the Fish and Game patrol boat Marlin, 1959. Photo by Wallace Callan

I first experienced California’s Channel Islands in 1959, as an excited eleven-year-old passenger aboard the Fish and Game patrol boat Marlin. My father, California Fish and Game Warden Wally Callan, was the Marlin’s rookie boarding officer, responsible for patrolling California’s offshore waters from the Mexican border to Point Conception.

An adult chuckwalla sunning itself at Joshua Tree National Park. Once exploited for the pet trade, native reptiles, like the chuckwalla, may no longer be sold in California.

Our Friends the Reptiles

An adult chuckwalla sunning itself at Joshua Tree National Park. Once exploited for the pet trade, native reptiles, like the chuckwalla, may no longer be sold in California.

An adult chuckwalla sunning itself at Joshua Tree National Park. Once exploited for the pet trade, native reptiles, like the chuckwalla, may no longer be sold in California. Photo by author

“I’m waiting,” taunted Darrell, his threatening mug now two inches from my face. My stomach churned and my heart pounded furiously as adrenaline coursed through my body. I had painted myself into a corner. The question crossed my mind: Was I willing to get beaten up trying to protect a lizard? While Darrell and Randy laughed at me, I remembered something my father had said. Never start a fight, but the best way to end one is to hit the other kid in the nose as hard as you can. . . .

—From The Game Warden’s Son