Alas, I too wish I had met Skeeter
I grew up on Skeeter articles from my late father's Shooting Times back in the 70s, and other mags from the 60s. As a teen I idolized him, and followed in his footsteps in the Marines and in law enforcement. But this is what I wanted to share:
In January 1988 I was a new special agent in the Drug Enforcement Administration in Seattle. I started on January 20, I think, and we were in the District Office doing paperwork and awaiting our trip to the FBI Academy. There was a cloud over the office and many were somber because a good old friend of our Assistant Special Agent in Charge (ASAC), Travis Kuykendall, had just that week passed away. At the time, I had not read that Skelton had passed (no Internet) and back then mere readers knew very few details of such men's lives. I didn't know Kuykendall and Skelton were old buds, but learned this later. As I recall, ASAC Kuykendall was a large man with a deep, authoritative voice, definitely "old school," with an impressive affect and large mustache. I also seem to remember he wore custom black cowboy boots with his suit. His was an impressive visage. His well-appointed office was graced with memorabilia from his days in Texas, with plaques, other ephemera and a large, impressive bronze of an eagle. Even as a former police officer and army officer I was impressed by his office, and as a green agent I was somewhat intimidated by the man...not that he tried to be that way at all...the fault was mine. As I was only there a week before the trip to Quantico, I didn't get to know him very well, and he was gone shortly after I returned there to begin my new career (luckily they were out of transfer funds). Some time later I read a brief, passing remark of Kuykendall in one of Skeeter's old articles and put two and two together--they had been friends and worked together on the border! In hindsight, I sure wish I had known so I could give my condolences, and maybe get a personal sense of my old idol from a man who knew him very well indeed. Lost opportunity. I learned from that mistake and went out of my way to speak with legendary knifemaker Dan Dennehy back in the 90s. He was wonderful to speak with. Glad I did now. The 1970s were some of the best of Gundom, at least for me.
So, please excuse my catharsis. I've wanted to share that with someone other than my wife for years, and so few know who he was unless your amidst older men who cut their teeth on 1911s AND big sixguns. I know if you're reading this you understand.
I'm curling up with Henry McKenna tonight.