I have a good friend. His name is J.P. We met at the base gun club. He was there firing his WW2 Era carbine, and I had my “Modern Sporting Rifle” He shot tighter groups than me at 200 yards that day with his iron sights, I had my big fancy rifle with a big fancy scope. It had not been my first day at the range, but it felt like it that day. We kind of hit it off from there.
One day J.P invited me and my son on a fishing trip. My son was three years old at the time. J.P had small boat with a modest motor, pulled by a small car with a trailer hitch attached, to get us to the lake. When we got to lake, J.P chuckled at the huge trucks there, pulling massive speedboats. “City folk”, he called them.
We took his boat into the middle of the lake. My son caught three fish in less than 10 minutes, with J.P’s careful guidance of course.
Afterwards, J.P invited us back to his home for some refreshments. He has a fair sized property. He showed me his treehouse/lookout post he built on one of the mature trees on his land.It must of been 20 feet in the air. He told me sometimes he will sometimes spend all night up there, taking care of varmints with his trusty 22.
Inside his house, it was real clean. I could hear a Christian TV program playing in the background. J.P introduced me to his wife. A pretty lady, from some far away Scandinavian country. She was especially kind to my Son.
We all sat and chatted for some time, about family, about the army. About times past. My Son suddenly had to go pee, so Dad and his three year old went about their business. To make it clear, I am real careful of how I conduct myself in another man’s home, so when my son darted into another room of the house, I yelled “Get back here”. “No Dad, look!, my son yelled back. That’s when I saw J.P’s toys.
Sitting on what looked like a hand crafted bookshelf was a battleship, a car, and a tractor. I have never seen such finer pieces of craftmanship. All made from hard wood. All hand crafted. They looked as if they were made yesterday, but they were probably 50 years old, or more. They were made by J.P’s Father, for his son.
I don’t speak to J.P much anymore. Life is kinda like that sometimes. I would have to say I have never met a more prepared individual, with perhaps the sole exception being the author James Wesley, Rawles; whom I was fortunate to chat with. And I also know professional outdoorsmen, and soldiers from elite units. JP of course had been both.
Funny thing Hugh, is that when the Schumer hits the fan, I am not even sure if J.P would take much notice. He would probably just continue on doing what he was always done, and what he was taught to do; Providing for himself and his family.
Do you, or the Readers, know of exceptional individuals like my friend J.P? If so I would like to know. – God bless from M.S.