Jim Regian

"JR"

October 1946 - May 2000

Jim Regian was my Friend

Jim Regian was a good man, and a dedicated member to this club. Every facet of this sport intrigued him. So deeply did he dive into cowboy action shooting that he even started casting bullets for other shooters. A perfectionist, I cannot recall a conversation with him in the last few months that didn't include him showing me new bullets that he had cast, picking out the ones with imperfections and showing off those without.

He was always willing to help a neighbor in need. Jim had been helping me reload ammo and teaching my son to cast bullets, knowing all the while he was teaching us lessons, not in just relaoding, but in helping out a friend as well.

You could depend on Jim to bring a crooked smile and a joke to any conversation.
His mood was contagious, it was difficult to maintain a bad mood, no matter how badly you wanted to, with JR in the area. His booming laugh and devil may care attitude could always lift the spirits and elevate even the worst day to something more tolerable.

There were times I could have punched him square in the nose and times he felt like doing it to me, but still we remained as friends and as family. Our tight little group of close friends and family was, and still is, a place where we can get and give advice. Jim was always there, At times he was there to get advice and at others he was there to help one of the rest of us by shedding a little light born from his wisdom and experiences. But either way Jim was always there.

I know JR is up there looking down from the range in the sky, with a brace of fine .44's strapped to his hip, and that crooked smile across his face. So with that thought bringing some comfort, I have one last request for my friend, save me a place on your posse Jim. Until we meet again I'll be missing you and trying to live up to the expectations you always encouraged me to meet.

--Renegade