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And yes, this is my position. Explanation below.
The countdown has begun. I am trying not to freak out, but I’m failing. We’ve all had life changes. Most are unexpected, unplanned, inconvenient. But most of us succeed with those changes.
This change is totally different. I know it’s coming – soon. The decision to retire is a heavy one. I’m from a generation that works – was expected to work – from a very young age. It’s what we did and still do – it’s what our parents, our siblings, our cousins, our entire family did and do. To step away from the “regular” workforce after nearly six decades of working is scary. But it’s time. At the end of June, I will step away from the “regular” grind.
I hope I can take my cumulative experience and put it to work in my passion areas of the outdoors, helping those great people I’ve worked with along the way through special projects, consulting, contract work, etc.
If not. So be it. I will likely find some part-time work – maybe mowing and working on our golf course grounds crew. Maybe shuttling vehicles. Maybe telling people good morning at a big box? Who knows? This is scary territory.
I will get dirt under my feet more often – more hunting, more fishing, more time in the high county listening for elk bugles. And hopefully more mentoring of the next generation of hunters and anglers.
More golf is a given - although my wife might argue I already play too much. More pickleball is a given. I can’t sit still – that much I know.
I’ve had a blessed professional life. From my current role with a great family-owned, diverse company, to my prior life in the outdoors industry, where I was fortunate enough to travel the world and experience breathtaking sunrises in remote camps in places most people only dream about. I’ve traveled up the tributaries of the Amazon in pursuit of peacock bass in Brazil; Climbed mountains in the Brooks Range searching for a white spot in a vast land ocean of nothingness that might just turn into a Dall’s ram; marveled at the diversity of wildlife in Zimbabwe while searching for a Dugga Boy. Yes, a blessed professional life indeed.
I’ve had a blessed personal life as well. Married a beautiful redhead who allows me to pursue my passions, some of which she also enjoys. I’ve been announced off the first tee at the Old Course in St. Andrews, Scotland, being told to “enjoy your game”. It still sends chills up my spine to relive that moment. Even teed it up at the northernmost golf course in North America, just outside Fairbanks, Alaska, because, well, it was there.
A blessed life indeed. I want to thank everyone I’ve met along the way for your help, friendships, mentoring and so much more. As a kid growing up in Omaha, Nebraska, I used to dream about adventures in the pages of my Outdoor Life Book Club books – who knew I would actually live those dreams?