People are often surprised to learn that I am an avid
hunter. I'm not sure why. Perhaps because I am perceived as
well-educated (I would argue more like well-trained).Perhaps because I don't wear camouflage to dinner. I'm not sure.
People are usually even more surprised when they learn that
I didn't grow up hunting. My parents divorced when I was
quite young. Both my father and step-father took care of me
in their own ways, but neither one was a hunter or outdoorsman. None of my friends or their fathers hunted. In fact, in my circle of grade school friends, there was exactly one BB gun among
us. It was kept at my friend's family cabin, and the opportunity to shoot it approached nirvana for a certain 12 year-old boy.
I loved the outdoors from an early age. We were not
exactly a "camping family". As such, I will always be
grateful to the Boy Scouts of America for giving a kid with
a yearning for the outdoors the opportunity to experience
them in a way you really can't in a suburban park.
Typical kid stuff. Then, puberty hit and the relevant
obsessions changed.
Fast forward a decade and a half. I am now married, doing
my specialty training in Emergency Medicine. My wife has put grad
school on hold and is working at a title company to help
support us (I had a fancy degree at that point, but was
making less than $10/hour). My wife made fast friends with a
woman at work. In typical conspiring female fashion, they
thought they should get their significant others together,
too. If they knew what that friendship would foster, they
may have considered otherwise.
Rich and I hit it off immediately. We both appreciated a
finely crafted beer, but were not above drinking the cheap
stuff. We both loved all things automotive, and had similar
tastes in cars. Rich is quick-witted, but I'm still funnier. Just
ask me. Then, Rich offered to take me shooting. I found my
new best friend.
Rich is the kind of guy most other men want to be. He's self-confident without being cocky. He's tough when he needs to be, but isn't afraid to be gentle. He can
build/fix/fabricate most anything he puts his mind to.
You'd never mistake him for a bodybuilder, but I'm pretty sure he could hogtie a hippo
without breaking a sweat. Turns out he is a patient teacher, too.
Rich took me to a state-run gun range near his home. He
didn't realize just how inexperienced I was as a shooter. At
that point, I don't know if I had ever even shot a real gun.
He decided to start me out with his 12 gauge pump shotgun,
deer barrel affixed, shooting slugs with open sights. I
didn't do well. Rich quickly realized his mistake and set me
up with his .22 magnum with a telescopic sight. It was
soft-shooting and tack-driver accurate. I went from zero to
hero and was instantly hooked.
Rich developed a rare eye tumor in his twenties. A couple of
surgeries later, he had very little vision left in his right
eye. That's a problem for a right-handed shooter. Rich then
taught himself to shoot left-handed. Yet, all of his guns
are right handed. I can count exactly one day when I have
out-shot Rich, despite him learning to shoot with his
non-dominant hand later in life. Every other time we've been
out shooting or hunting together he makes me look like a
rank amateur.
With my residency training near complete, I knew I would be
moving out of
thank-you to Rich, I booked a pheasant hunt at a game farm
that spring. It wasn't exactly a dream hunt. The weather was
way too warm. Our guide was the owner's 10 year-old son,
whom had yet to complete his customer service training. Some
the birds apparently lacked anything resembling survival
instincts. Nevertheless, the owner's German shorthair
pointers impressed me. The few birds that flew well provided
great sport. Something inside me awoke. Ever since
then, from an admittedly inauspicious start, I have been
completely immersed in the world of guns, dogs and upland
birds. And I owe it all to Rich.
We could certainly use a few more men like Rich Dase. Rich
lost his manufacturing job a couple years ago as the
nursing school. He's at the top of his class, despite not
having been in school for more years than he probably cares to
admit. He is a mentor to new students in the program. And he still takes calls with the local volunteer fire department. I think we'll see him working in the ER or ICU sometime soon. If the nursing thing doesn’t work out, I think the hunting and shooting community could use him as an
ambassador. He’s certainly one hell of a mentor.
