1. My Grandpa; he taught my dad and all my older cousins to shoot and hunt, but his health had pretty much sidelined him by the time my brother and I were old enough. One of my lasting regrets.
2. Teddy Roosevelt; whom I've always admired for the breadth of his experience, and strength of personality, if not for his surpassing skill.
3. Jeff Cooper and the Gunsite African Rifles. He wrote the book on rifle shooting, after all.
Those are the ones for whom I feel a sense of loss when I reflect that I'll never have the chance, at least not on this side of the Jordan.
I also thought of adding Ernest Hemingway, but on reflection I think I'd prefer to leave him on the page. I'm not at all sure I'd like him in person.
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