sorry, had a call then got off on a tangent, just got back. Anyway, right after that we stopped for gas and Dan was going through all the stuff in the van (that old egg-shaped Toyota, which reminds me of another story) and when we started back up the road, i asked him what he was looking for. In a very matter-of-fact tone he said he was looking for his rattlesnake (i think it was a Canebrake named Baby). I got pretty excited, took my foot off the gas pedal and up into the seat with me and coasted to a stop. Dan thought that was pretty funny and then I figured he was just pulling my leg so off we went again. I didn't even think about it anymore until we were unloading our stuff at the show venue and Dan happily announced he had found the snake !
Dan was a pioneer in many ways, he was one of the first to market an RD longbow (now the norm more than the exception) and fought hard with many who said it wasn't a longbow and at least one state organization outlawed his Longhunter from their competitions. He was one of, if not the, first to use modern string materials on stick bows (again, something that is now considered the norm)and waged a campaign for it's use to improve trad bow performance. His Longhunter (in DD's and John Hood's able hands) successfully competed against and won national competitions against FITA type recurves complete with sights, stabilizers, etc. His treestands, the Deerhunters Dream and later the Fox Squirrel (still one of my go-to stands) were some of the very first succesfully marketed teestands in what has become a giant industry unto itself.
I could go on and on but just bore you because some of the stories would only mean something to me or to a few others---like the time right after they'd amputated his leg and he hailed me from the other end of an aisle at the Bowhunting Trade Show. He hobbled quickly over to me, pulled up his pants leg and said "How do you like my new limb ?" When i looked down, he indeed had a new limb---a laminated bow limb had been put in the place of the lower half of his leg. i was so flabbergasted I was speechless (unusual situation for me) and Dan thought that was hilarious.
Yeah, i'm gonna miss Dan a lot. No other individual except my own father has had such a profound effect on the man that i am today.
And i'm jealous, too, of where he sits today, of the other faces lighted by that fire, of the stories to be told and relived, of the spirits of great animals called back to that campfire to live again. i'll never be worthy to join that circle but i'm praying they'll let me stoke the fire for 'em.