Let me briefly introduce you to the site.
About Joe: That’s what you’re reading right now.
Woods Cop Mysteries: Depictions of all covers from the Woods Cop series.
Depictions of covers of my novels not in the woods cop series. Let me
point out that the first time you meet Grady Service and Luticious
Treebone of the Woods Cop series, they are minor characters in The Snowfly. Include it in the series or not? I flipped a coin.
Depiction of the cover of my one memoir, which is more about not
fishing than fishing, which is pretty much the story line and theme
that attach to most of our lives.
I use poetry to help sharpen my prose. Poetry requires economic use of
language, words, and utilization of sharp images and metaphors. Most of
my stuff is fairly light and I try to bring a few smiles.
These appear in a couple of groupings, which you will find inside the
tab. One group will be photos taken while I’ve been on patrol with
conservation officers around the state. The second group depicts
fishing and outdoor things I’ve done and seen, and want to share. Click
on the thumbnails to get an enlarged photo and caption.
I’ve been doodling in text-books, business meetings, and classes all my
life, much to the chagrin of my teachers, bosses, and parents. My only
formal training consists of a one-hour-a-week-after-school oil painting
class in the fifth grade at St. Rita’s in Alexandria, Virginia. The nun
didn’t ask for a volunteer. She said, “Mr. Heywood, you
WILL take this class.” I can’t remember her name and wish I
could; she did me a great favor because it awakened something in me
that has remained lit for a long time. I also took a couple of life
drawing classes at Gilmore Center in Kalamazoo in the late 70s. Bottom
line: I like to draw and paint and thought I would share some of my
work with you. It dawned on me in the past year that I was seeing
things with the DNR that most people don’t see, and that some of these
things might make interesting paintings. There’s a section of those.
And a section of my other work, mostly outdoors. Finally there’s also a
section on Bullshidos fishing camp. Open it up and see what that’s all
about. Paintings not listed as " property of" are for sale. Inquire through website for price.
If I have speaking engagements, or book signings, these will appear in
Joe Roads: This is my blog, complete with photos, with experiences, drawings and photographs from outings.
Contact: Toggle this button and you can contact me.
Here you will find a list of people who have supported me and who you
also may want to consider supporting in their efforts in behalf of our
Thus concludeth the “tour.”
don’t plan to update the site daily or even weekly, but will from time
to time and will use the “Joe Roads” blog section to share some of my
observations and experiences. If you leave messages I’ll try to do my
best to answer every question or note, but be patient please. I’m not
quick, but I’m fairly reliable.
Joe: I was born 10-18-43 in Rhinebeck, NY, son of a career USAF
officer. My dad was from Rhinecliff, New York on the Hudson River in
Dutchess County, and my mother is from Mize, Mississippi in Sullivan
County. Talk about unlikely connections! Here’s an even more unlikely
one. My mother’s maiden name was Hegwood and she had only to change one
letter to convert to her married name.
1961 graduate of Rudyard High School in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula
(Chippewa County). I played football, basketball, baseball, and ran
1965 graduate of Michigan State
University (BA-Journalism). I played on the Michigan State Lacrosse
Club for three years, crease attack, tri-captain in 1965. I was in the
last class of mandatory ROTC for land grant universities and
predictably chose the Air Force.
In 1965, I married Sandra V. Heywood (1943-2002) of East Lansing. Five children, all grown, one dog.
USAF Instructor Navigator, KC-135 tanker, honorably discharged as
captain. Vietnam veteran. Air Medal with 6 Oak Leaf Clusters.
Graduate studies, Western Michigan University, 1974-75, completed course work for MA in English Literature; no degree.
I worked for The Upjohn Company [now Pfizer], 1970-2000, retiring as vice president for worldwide public relations.
I walk every day in all weather conditions, and have hunted and fished Michigan since 1958, mostly alone.
March 20, 2010, I married Madelon Louise "Lonnie" Richardson-Miars.
Woods Cop mysteries are based on the lives of Upper Peninsula
conservation officers, and for going on ten years I’ve spent about
one month a year on patrol with officers, in all kinds of weather, all
times of day and under sundry conditions. I’ve worked in all 15 Upper
Peninsula Counties as well as in another 20 counties BTB (Below the
In preparation for work with COs, I
often hike alone at night (flashlight for emergencies) using only
ambient light. I have spent nights alone in jungles and on mountains.
Have canoe-camped in Michigan, Missouri and Arkansas, over the years I
have had one close encounter with a wolf (six feet away in tag alders
on the Iron River), and with a cow elk and her calf (in Idaho). In both
cases we all smiled at each other and kept to our own business. Too
many close meetings with black bears to count, no injuries. Several
underwear cleanings resulted.
I take photographs while walking, hiking and fishing, and use some of the pix for my paintings.
always carry a ruck with emergency equipment, compass, etc. even for
short sorties on foot in the U.P. It’s too easy to get under cedars and
old growth in an overcast and get hopelessly turned around. I don’t use
a GPS. When it comes to lost in the woods there seem to be two
categories of people: Them that have been and them that will be. Iron
ore deposits can make compass navigation interesting….
Upper Peninsula is not just a setting and base for me but serves as a
character in many of my novels. When I write, I try to take readers to
places and events in the U.P. they might not have occasion to visit or
experience on their own. For me, the U.P. is a natural jewel and I am
always surprised by how little people from BTB know about it.
On the one hand I want to extol its virtues, but not too much….
day we arrived in the U.P. to report to Kinross Air Force Base (later
renamed Kincheloe, and since decommissioned) my mother cried as we
drove up the several-mile two-lane to the front gate; looking at all
the woods passing by, I had a feeling I was coming home.
Boy was I right. Thanks for all your support. Enjoy the site.
Regards, Joe Heywood