I started writing the outdoor column for the Friday sports section of the Daily Globe back in 2003. I continued on with them when the paper went from six days a week to two days a week under the header of The Globe.
I was notified a few days ago that as a result of COVID-19, I was being let go from the writing staff at the paper due to budget cuts. I was never a Globe employee but rather operated as an independent contractor, an arrangement where I worked out of the office and submitted my regular columns via email.
During that 17-year period, I wrote a column every week except once. That was the week my son, Brandon, came home from an Afghanistan deployment where he was serving his country in the United States Marine Corps. There were only three other times where I had actually written a column but forgot to submit it to the sports editor before I left for the week, so those three columns missed the printing deadline.
Many times over the past two to three years, the paper did not have enough space to include my submitted column in the print version of the paper. Instead, it ran in the online version only.
I estimated that there were north of 1,000 columns submitted during that 17-year period. I always wanted to — and tried, to the best of my ability — write a general interest column that could be enjoyed by both the diehard outdoor enthusiasts as well as the armchair nature lover.
It ran the gamut from common loons to snapping turtles to how to decide what choke to put in your shotgun. It was a way for me to share what I thought were important subject matters to a broad audience.
I loved it when readers would tell me my column was the primary reason they still subscribed to the paper. People young and old would often approach me in the grocery store and ask me if I was that guy that wrote outdoor stuff in the paper, and then they’d go on to tell what they liked or found most interesting. It almost always included a hug or a handshake.
I received emails locally and from all over the U.S. from online readers who had a question about this issue or that. Pennsylvania, Texas, Arizona and many other states were included in that list. It is and was my sincere desire to help educate readers about God’s creatures and the human connection to the wild outdoors.
I still, to this day, never really think of myself as a writer. I was just a regular outdoor guy who liked to write. Any editor familiar with the Associated Press writing standards can relate to the fact that my writing style never matched up to a level expected of their membership.
I, for one, am totally OK with that fact. Thank you to all of my dedicated column followers for the 17 years of great interactions.
As this chapter at the Globe comes to a close you can still read my column regularly. Just google my name, Scott Rall, and you should be able to continue to follow along with my outdoor mishaps and adventures.
With that, in the words of a great friend of mine, Brent Rossow, who ends every phone call with an “OK, over and out,” I will also at this time say my own goodbye to you with my own “OK, over and out.”
Editor’s note: For questions on The Globe’s outdoors coverage or to submit an item, contact Editor Ryan McGaughey at 376-7320 or email@example.com.