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For as long as I can remember, the outdoors has been where my brother and I felt most alive. We were inseparable — spending every bit of free time hiking new trails, fishing quiet lakes, camping under open skies, and exploring every corner of the world we could reach. We taught each other everything we learned about the flora and fauna around us, even in our own backyard. Those adventures shaped us. They made us who we were.

My brother was an Eagle Scout with a heart bigger than the mountains we climbed. He lived by the Boy Scout code: “Leave it in better shape than you found it.” Every hike, he carried a trash bag, picking up what others left behind. He was the kind of person who tried to make everyone laugh, who cared deeply, and who would go to the ends of hell to protect the people he loved. He was a light — one of the brightest I’ve ever known.

Before he got into photography, he would talk nonstop on our hikes. Stories, jokes, things he learned about music, updates on his life, something funny he saw someone do. We didn’t see each other often before he moved in with me, so those hikes were our time to catch up. Back then, I used to worry his talking scared away the wildlife I was trying to photograph. Now I’d give anything to hear those rambling stories again. Silence hits different when you know what it cost.

Two years before he passed, we started a TikTok channel together — Fultz Fish and Wildlife. It was our dream to turn our love for nature into something bigger. We wanted to travel the world, show people the incredible creatures that often go unnoticed, inspire others to care for the earth, and someday give back to our parents who sacrificed everything for us.

Three days after his 18th birthday, my brother took his own life.

He lived with me. We had convinced our parents to let him move in so he could have a real start — a job, friends, a future. Losing him shattered me. The grief still hits in waves, especially when old memories surface in new ways. But in that heartbreak, something else formed: determination.

I made a promise to keep our dream alive.

Today, I run Fultz Brothers Photography LLC — a tribute to him, to us, to everything we built together. I spend my free time traveling to parks, wildlife preserves, lakes, rivers, and trails. My eyes have always been sharp — able to spot movement, tiny insects, mushrooms, and creatures most people walk right past. Once I find my subject, the real work begins. My macro setup is fully manual — manual focus, manual aperture — every crisp image is earned through patience, skill, and thousands of hours of practice.

And I do everything myself.
Every photo. Every edit. Every sticker design. Every print. Every cut. Every package. Every shipment.
No outsourcing. No shortcuts. Just one creator honoring his brother’s memory through craft and dedication.

When someone buys a sticker or print from my shop, I hope they feel inspired to explore the world around them. I hope they feel connected to nature — to the small wonders hiding right around the corner. I hope they feel the same spark my brother and I felt every time we stepped onto a trail.

This shop isn’t just a business.
It’s a legacy.
It’s a promise.
It’s a way to keep my brother’s curiosity, love, and light alive — one cool critter at a time.

Thank you for being here.
Thank you for supporting a creator who pours his heart into every piece.
And thank you for helping me keep his memory alive.