There’s no denying that time passes quickly when we’re having a good time. But because all good times come to an end, this column will end my 54 years of employment at the BDN, which began in 1959 as an apprentice printer. Suffice it to say, the people I worked with in the composing room, photo engraving and newsroom were as colorful as they were conscientious in publishing what was the largest daily newspaper north of Boston. All told, it was as much fun as it was work.
My sincere thanks to publisher Rick Warren for his steadfast support extends to the managing editors, desk editors and copy editors who fine-tuned my columns. Likewise, I’m indebted to the late Kalil “Ki” Ayoob, a consummate newspaper man who wore the hats of reporter, editor and writing coach. Ki knew the King’s English better than the king.
The primary reason for my packing it in is that, after 35 years of writing and illustrating columns and features, my creative pool is draining. Admittedly, the words don’t appear on the screen as easily and eagerly now as they did back along. And, of course, times have changed. Accordingly, the cultural shift and political pressures now affecting outdoors writing nationwide convinces me that it’s time to fold my tent. All things considered it can be said that I’m a dinosaur. But all said and done I can say I’m glad of it.
As an outdoors writer it was my privilege and pleasure to be a spokesman for sportsmen; especially when anti-hunting organizations and animal-rights groups attempted to rob sportsmen of their treasured outdoor cultures, traditions and heritage by banning hunting, trapping, even fishing. All of which are integral to fisheries and wildlife management and important to the state’s economy. In closing I want to thank my five readers for following the trail of words I left on these pages. Moreover, I wish them good luck and the best of times on their favorite hunting and fishing grounds — trusting, of course, that they’ll leave some for seed.