In Baja, the kids call me ‘Mr. Jonathan’
Doing what
we do here in La Paz running a fishing business and restaurant, we get to watch
a lot of folks.
For
example...
Several
days ago here in La Paz, a family of five arrived to stay at the hotel we live
at here in town. Mom and dad; a younger boy; an older girl and a young teenage
boy. "Family vacation" time.
But, other
than the time I saw them pile out've the airport shuttle into the hotel lobby,
that was the last time I've seen them together. Dad's snorkeling.Mom's at the
spa. One kid sits in the lounge with headsets to an iPod. The younger one seems
glued to some electronic hand-held game. The teen just wanders around looking
lost and bored. I don't think I've even seen them eat together.
And then
there's this other family.
For the
past few days, Outdoor TV host, Chad Schearer has been filming for his popular
Outdoor Channel TV show, "Shoot Straight. "http://www.shootstraighttv.com/index.php.
Usually,
Chad can be found with a rifle or bow in hand traversing the world with a
camera following him around or perhaps you've seen him at the hundreds of
seminars or speaking engagements he's done around the country.
He's an
outfitter and guide to stars and celebrities. I don't have the space tolist all
his accomplishments and despite his resume, he's about as soft-spoken and
easy-going as it gets. But I think his biggest and proudest accomplishments
might be his family.
You see, he
travels with his family. His wife, Marsha, is a licensed ouftitter, guide and
hunter herself. She rolls camera when Chad is stalking a grizzly bear with a
blackpowder rifle or drawing his bow on an African antelope. She also home
schools two great kids...10-year-old Walker and 8-year-old Wyatt. They all
hunt.They all fish. Being from Montana, they're a little bit like "Little
House on the Prarie" family.
The four of
them along with Chad's mom and dad have been fishing with us for the better
part of the week to film their TV show. Three generations who not only vacation
together, but genuinely like each other.
How
refreshing to hear youngsters address their parents with, "Yes,
Ma'am" and "Yes, Sir." Not like robotic recruits in boot camp or
boarding school, but out of genuine respect.I'm called "Mr.
Jonathan. "They call my wife, "Ms. Jill."
Among the
family I hear "thank you" and "please" and their enthusiasm
and smiles are infectious to everyone around them.And selflessness.
I hear them
say things like, "I'm going to put my rod down now because I'd like my
brother to have a chance to catch a fish and I already caught a big
one. "Or, "I need to remind grandpa to drink enough water so he
doesn't get too hot."
After the
older brother caught a big dorado, he came up to me un-solicited and said,
"Thanks for helping me catch that fish. It was great! "And he held out
his fist to give me a knuckle bump.Just like that. Thanking ME for helping him
catch a fish? Wow.
During one
of the few downtimes when the fish gave us a break, Chad and I both mentioned
our childhoods and how our respective parents didn't have much but made a point
of getting us outside and into the outdoors.
It's a
common thread we share with many of our fellow brothers and sisters who love
the outdoors. It started with our parents who lovingly "kicked or dragged
us away and out of the house and stuck around to actually share the experience
with us until it grew on us. If you're reading this in Western Outdoor News, you
understand.
We're
losing a generation of kids to the "distractions" of electronic toys,
technology and social networking where we tweet, twitter, my space and Facebook
even our own family members instead of just stepping outside with each other.
Your kid
might not especially like fishing or hunting, but find something outside that
doesn't involve being plugged-in or battery operated. You get one chance with
each other. That's it. We pass this way once with the ones we love...our parents..our
kids...our friends.Thanks to the Schearer family, I'm reminded that my name
isn't "dude" or "bro." It's "Mr. Jonathan. "I liked
how that sounded. Especially from a 10-year-old.
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