What does it take to be a pioneer?
I damned if I know. I've got a fair idea of what it
used to take, but in today's day and age the meaning has changed so much and many personal interpretations are so loose as to be totally confusing.
Here's what happened to me, though; A few years back I was "interpreting" the part of a civilian scout in western Kansas, circa 1868. The local public television station had just "wrapped" on a special they were shooting and of which I was proud to be a considerable part of. I was answering questions for the general public when a boy about 9 or 10 years old came up and asked, "Mister, are you a
real Cavalry Scout?" The camera crew was still stowing gear a few feet away and before I could stop myself I blurted out - "No son, but I play one on T.V.!"
...true story...
The thing is, after I thought about it awhile - I realized that my
smart@ss, off the cuff retort was the only
honest one I
could have given. Except for maybe "No, but I'm doing my darndest to
pretend I am."
My ancestors were pioneers. And mountain men. And Cavalry scouts. I am an amateur historian and an outdoorsman with a lust for travel and the gift of gab. Gosh! Sounds like a buckskinner, don't it?
Actually, I guess the biggest difference between us and our forebears is that
they pioneered it and
we miss it!
...The Kansan...