Michael McIntosh
 

Saturday, the 14th of August saw the passing of Michael McIntosh. At the age of 66, the world renowned writer gave in to life's final demand.

Michael wrote some 29 books, all of which are cherished and recognized as being of the finest gun and shooting sports related pubications that exist today.

The gun world will forever be the less at Michael's passing.

Charles A. Herzog Sr.

Michael was very knowledgeable about shotguns of all makes with particular love for the Fox. He had his own unique writing style. I met him several years ago at a book signing. He will be missed!

I just finished reading through for the second time Mike's "BEST GUNS". He was a talented writer with an obvious love of his subject. Perhaps he and Ansley are together roaming the Elysian fields. He will be missed!

Sorry to hear that. Hopefully he and Ansley can shoot some long yardage Pigeons in the great beyond. With both our moves around the country we fell out of touch over the last decade. Make the effort to stay in touch.

Dave

Sorry to hear this. I guess we are all a bit grey in the temples. Enjoy yourselves in the time we have left. Saturday, I was at a wonderful Columbaire shoot and saw many fine guns, many fine cars, and a dark haired young person. She was serving lunch. Soon as she appeared, she was gone.

I am very sorry to hear of Michael's passing. I am a great fan of his writing's. The doublegun community will miss him.

McIntosh
 

We are diminished; my best to friends and family. I think a great show of respect is to read one of his works in the next few days.

Respectfully, Austin

I am shocked! Michael McIntosh has long been my favorite contemporary sporting writer. A Wordsmith who attained the level of "Master" long ago. I especially loved his occasional controversial opinions--certainly added color! Just happens I'm currently reading "Best Guns" for about the third time......

God speed, Michael.

Michael McIntosh
 

I had the opportunity to hunt with MM in Idaho one yearon a Shooting Sportsman week end at the Flying B Ranch. The two of us spent an afternoon hunting grouse and had a blast riding back down the mountain setting of the top of the dog box on a jeep and drinking warm beer and smoking a great cigar. Michael was always very much aware of his hair and flowing beard and the angle of the pipe in the corner of his mouth.

Gone, gone away, but not forgotten--
 

I had the pleasure of meeting Mike back in October 1990'ish- he was on a book signing tour with Steve Smith of CountrySport Press if memory serves.
He was never afraid to take a 'controversial position' and express it openly, and that makes him a man of high stature to an old bog trottin' Mick like me-

In HS, our English teacher was a Scotsman name o McDonald (we called him Mr. of course, not Angus- this was 1958 era)-- Every St. Paddy's Day he'd wear a tartan shirt with a big orange tie--and he could quote Kipling cold stone verbatium- as did Mike with the "Gunga Din" saga--

So, I have a fifth of The McCallan somewheres, will sip that on the rocks tonite after dead dark o'clock, whilst star gazing from my deck, fire up a Cuesta Rey and toast them both. The Big Dipper guides us to the true North Star, my guess is Mike's will be with Orion- The Hunter!!

And as Yeats said once: "No one man is essential to all of mankind, but some stand out in their lifetime as to always be missed"!