My dad. No doubt. Although sometimes it wasn't my favorite thing to do, middle of summer and 10,000 degrees, it was my job to take care of dad's hives when he was in the hay field. He had bees for longer than I can remember, and over the last few years, before he passed away, I found that our family has been keeping bees here in the Ozarks for generations. Now that he has gone on, I am taking care of his few remaining hives, and am beginning to expand my own operation here on my farm. After 15 or so years off for college and travelling around the country, I now have the absolute fascination and love for these creatures that he had, and hope to continue the tradition that has been in our family for so long.