Saturday, September 5, 2015
I was saddened to learn of John's passing. He was a dedicated, enthusiastic and valued member of the Black Hills Rifle Team. His knowledge, generosity and willingness to help coach Dunn, his fellow Range Safety Officers and the kids greatly added to their success as shooters, sportsmen and team members.
He contributed in a quiet, unassuming way: fixing broken gear, loading equipment for matches, always having the right tool for a quick repair or just giving a nod of encouragement. That was his way of communicating his love of the sport and his support for those who came to learn it.
His pride in his sons was evident every time I saw him. The pride literally radiated
from his face, even -- or maybe especially -- as he fought a debilitating illness.
I remember people less for what they say than what they do. When I remember John,
I see a man whose face showed both good times and bad. The last time I saw him, he had a kid's rifle in his hands. He scratched his head, smiled and said "I think I can fix this for you."
You are no longer among us, but I'm guessing God will keep you busy.
--jeff young
