Although I didn't know him at the time, I met Scott in Whitehorse, YK about ten years ago. Grub Mathews and I were heading into northern British Columbia to hunt moose; so were Scott and his son. We were all staying at a well known inn, and Scott bought me the finest prime rib I've ever eaten. I recall being interested in how he described his hunting...it was easy to tell the man was not there for his ego. He was determined to help his son kill a good bull, and that's exactly what happened.
I believe I recall hearing some stories about Scott turning down some pretty significant opportunities to play basketball. I will say this: A 6'-9" masonry contactor who shoots a recurve makes for one macho-looking dude.