09/23/2026
WHAT A DIRTBAG.
Yep. Iโve been called one.
And Iโve learned something over the last few years:
Not everybody is going to like you.
They arenโt always going to like your profession. They arenโt going to like the way you do business. And sometimes, it seems like the more you grow, the more people find a reason not to like you.
I wish I could tell you that stuff doesnโt bother me.
It does.
I ponder on peopleโs words probably more than most people realize. The people closest to me know Iโm pretty soft-hearted. I care about my reputation. I want to do right in a world where doing right isnโt always the easiest thing to do.
But sometimes youโre a dirtbag over something you canโt control.
Sometimes youโre a dirtbag because you wouldnโt cater to somebody.
Sometimes somebody is just having a bad day.
And sometimes somebody simply doesnโt like you.
I guess thatโs okay.
Not everybody loved Jesus, and Heโs a whole lot better than me.
So maybe as life goes on, you make some more friends and probably a few more enemies too.
But all of this got me thinkingโฆ
AM I REALLY A DIRTBAG?
Because if all you know about me is what you see on Facebook, I can understand how you might get the wrong idea.
The Realtor.
The land guy.
The salesman.
The guy sending postcards.
Maybe even โthe guy running up land prices around here.โ
But thatโs a pretty small part of who I actually am.
First and foremost, Iโm a Christian. I fall short every day, but I love Jesus and try my best.
Iโm a husband.
Iโm a dad.
Iโm a son, grandson, brother, uncle and friend.
And those titles mean more to me than anything that could ever go on a business card.
Iโm also an emotional guy.
My kids growing up gets me more than I ever thought it would. Long days away from them arenโt just something I say I donโt likeโI genuinely miss them.
Thereโs a constant tug between wanting to be home with your family and wanting to provide everything you possibly can for them.
I think a lot of dads understand exactly what Iโm talking about.
I want to give my family my undivided attention, but too often they get my divided attention.
Thatโs something Iโm working on.
One of the best changes Iโve made lately is trying to protect Sundays.
I donโt always succeed. Real estate doesnโt exactly understand what a day off is.
But I try.
Sunday has become my break from the crazy world and the crazy business.
Church. Taking the boys to the petting zoo. Going to dinner. Riding around together.
Sunday is probably the one day of the week I feel the most like me.
Because the other six?
I wake up thinking about work and usually go to sleep thinking about work.
In fact, itโs 12:27 Tuesday morning as Iโm writing this.
Thatโs what it takes sometimes.
Weโre a single-income household raising young kids in a pretty crazy economy. I take providing for them seriously, and I work hard at it.
But Iโm also learning that providing isnโt only about money.
Being there matters too.
Iโve thought a lot more about my own dad since becoming one myself.
When youโre young, you donโt always understand what Dad was carrying. A lot of his role is silent. You donโt see every worry, sacrifice or decision.
As Iโve gotten older, Iโve become a whole lot more thankful for mine.
And then thereโs my wife.
We started dating when we were 16 years old.
Now I get to watch her stay home and raise our children. She gets overwhelmed. I get overwhelmed. Weโre figuring it out as we go.
But sheโs a heck of a mom, and I think someday weโre both going to look back on these years and realize they were some of the best ones.
And somewhere mixed into all of thatโฆ
I sell dirt.
Before real estate, I loved showing pigs.
Now I own pigs and donโt like them nearly as much.
Iโve always hunted, but Iโve probably become more of a hunter since getting into the land business.
My wife calls it a hobby.
I tell her, โIโve gotta hunt or people wonโt buy land from me.โ
Thatโs my story, anyway.
And ironically, this whole โDIRTBAGโ idea started while I was thinking about my postcard campaigns.
Because when a postcard shows up saying somebody wants to buy your land, I know what some people probably think.
Here comes another dirtbag trying to take somebodyโs farm.
But thatโs really not what Iโm after.
I wish everybody owned 100 acres.
Iโm looking for the people who donโt have that spark for their land anymore.
Maybe theyโve moved away.
Maybe they inherited it.
Maybe they havenโt stepped foot on it in years.
Maybe Father Time has made keeping up with it harder than it used to be.
Maybe theyโre simply ready for somebody else to love it.
Iโm not here to push somebody off their land.
Iโm not here to turn tables or twist arms.
Iโm here if you need me.
I want to be dependable. I want to be honest. And I want people to know thereโs an actual person behind all the real estate posts.
Because maybe thatโs something Iโve been missing.
If all I ever show you is another listing, another sale, another postcard and another piece of landโฆ
How would you ever know who I actually am?
So, no.
I donโt think Iโm a dirtbag.
But I thought it was time to be a little bold and tell you more about the guy selling the dirt.
And if sharing more of who I am makes me a few more friends and a few more enemies along the wayโฆ
I guess Iโm okay with that.