Butch was a Louisville PD firearms instructor when I first met him at the LPD range to qualify for the sheriff’s office. He was very knowledgeable and loved what he did. A Marine in Vietnam in some of the bloodiest battles that he rarely speaks about, he was brutally tough but, at the same time, was a very caring instructor. I got to know Butch better after he retired from LPD and came over the the SO as a firearms instructor. He has probably forgotten more in his life about firearms and shooting than I will ever know.
I know Butch and his family and have prepared wills and living wills for most of them. He runs me through the required LEOSA qualifications every year and he has been training my church security teams the last few years.
When I told him my son was going in to the Marine Corps and asked if he could spend some time at the range to teach him a few things before he left for boot camp, he answered with a resounding yes and the three of us met at a private range at Knob Creek Gun Range (also known as Syria on ABC news). He brought numerous firearms with him and spent the day showing my son how to field strip and rebuild all of them. They spent a lot of time on an AR15 to prepare Tommy for the standard issue M16. He learned so well that he became the expert in his platoon at Parris Island.
On March 14, just before the world was quarantined, Butch lead training for my church security teams with my son and me as RSOs. Butch was having a great time and so was everyone else even though the weather was chilly and wet. It was, for the most part, a great day at the range.
The only downside of the day was Butch telling me and Tommy privately that his cancer is going to beat him. We are planning another qualification once the world starts to reopen, and I want that for Butch. He told me at the range in the morning that he felt great getting back to doing what he was born to do.
At some point in the future i am going to miss Butch. Until then, I want to get out with him as much as possible. Until Valhalla!