More Fellows and Friends
Jim and Lizzie provided a beautiful safe haven in
I will miss just knowing that you're there Jim.
Linda Schueler Brown
Message to the
My daughter, Mary Hanson is with the Montana Land Reliance and developed a friendship with Jim while working on various conservation issues. She told me he was a special guy, and asked permission to bring him and a few friends to the ranch to hunt birds. Our lands are open to unrestricted public hunting and I don't get excited about providing special treatment to anyone. However, within minutes of meeting
This past year, Jim and his crew stayed at one of our remote cow-camps and after he tended to his dogs, as we were unloading bed rolls, hunting gear, and groceries, he picked up several sacks of produce and said "home grown taters, home grown tomaters, and home grown onions from my garden at Craig - boys this is livin' - let's go find some birds" followed by "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much for this privlege".
Jim Range, the privilege was mine; I have been looking forward to hunting Sharptails and sipping Jack Daniels with you as an annual event, but keep in mind, your friends will always be welcome and we will memorialize a annual hunt. Your cots and bed rolls are in safe storage at the "stone house".
I had the very distinct pleasure to be mentored by Jim while he
chaired the National Development Committee of Ducks Unlimited. One
memory that stands out is a retreat we enjoyed in and around his
Ranch. We had the opportunity to spend a few hours casting about and
even landed one or two fish.
Jim had that down home country feel but was as sharp as tacks and we
accomplished a tremendous feat under his leadership.
Jim, may you have tight lines and eagle eyes, on your next journey.
With fondness and deep sorrow,
Ducks Unlimited, Inc. & Ducks Unlimited
As the word ofJimmy's passing winged it's way across the
January 25th 2009
I was deeply saddened to read on Thursday morning of the passing of my
Over forty-five years ago when we were both high school students in
lesson I have never forgotten in the intervening years. Although it has
been almost fifteen years since I last saw him, the lesson remains a
Now, I scarcely know one end of a fishing rod from the other and know
next to nothing about the causes that Jimmy made his life’s work. But I
am not surprised at all to read of the many accomplishments that
characterized his professional career and personal passions.
concerned that I not get lost going back from the Garden District to my
hotel. He had explicitly written out directions of what street car to
take and what stop to exit. Since this was my first visit to New
and effort he took. But that would be so typical of the fellow named
To Allison and Kimberly, to Dr. Bud Range, to his brothers, and to all
his extended friends and family, I share your sadness and offer my
While we mourn his passing, we can also rejoice for the life he lived,
full and rich, albeit all too short. Much of him lives on afterwards,
as Shakespeare noted:
He hath left you all his walks, his private arbours, and new-planted
He hath left them you, and to your heirs for ever,
Common pleasures, to walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
The elements were so mixed in him,
That Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world,
This was a man!
Steven H. Blackwell
When I heard that
I really only knew Jim from his time at Fletcher’s. And that was a good place to know him. His coffee was just as bad, his boat just the same, the chill on the water a shared experience with the other anglers. Did I know he had met with Presidents and worked the halls of Congress? Sure… but on the river we were all just fishin’ buddies, soaking in God’s awesome creation and hoping for the big one to take our bait.
JR and his frequent fishing partner Mike Bailey, a.k.a. “Beauty” (Jim) and “The Beast” (Mike), also known as Animal, would wail-away on those fish more often than not. But you could tell on the good days as well as the unproductive ones, that catching was great, but it was the being there that truly mattered. That, I found, very likeable in a man of Jim’s broad accomplishments and travels. On a day of crossing paths with Jim, I always had that… “I want to have a beer (or more likely, a shot of J D) with him” feeling.
On a chilly Spring morning, with the promise of warm sunshine to come, I’m going to row an empty red rowboat out on the Potomac River and anchor it in Jim’s favorite shad spot. Then we can imagine that his spirit will get one last crack at a big roe, fresh from the ocean, bay and river that he loved and worked to protect.
Although I only met Jim briefly a few times over the past decade, I
would like to thank him and Susan for giving me two of the most
wonderful friends I have ever had - his daughters Kim and Allison. Both
Kim and Allison have the best of both of their parents in them, least of
which is their love of dogs. I will never forget meeting Plague and
Jambo in the backyard, a common area for condo owners in
Village. I remember thinking about how wonderful it was to FINALLY meet
a family who knew about how to breed GOOD labs! I was tired of the
skinny inbred versions, and Jambo and Plague blew me away. Jim was tops
when it came to breeding dogs. I met more Range dogs over the years:
Lilly, Zeke, Plague (again), Tench, and Skye - all awesome.
How ironic it was, then, when I got a call from Allison the day before
Jim died, to come and help her and Scott (Kim's husband) take Zeke to
his final resting place after he had suffered seizures all night. I
knew that it was time...good ol Zeke was getting ready to meet his
master at the gates so they could go in together. Jim is now surrounded
by his bouncing dogs, slogging through the brush and swamps headed for
the flocks. May they all rest in peace together. Kathy Bellows
To Kim and Allison
I only knew Jim through his daughters. To those of you have written and
read about Jim and the friends he made through his adventures, I will surely
tell you he is not really gone at all. You only have to know his daughters
to feel the adventurous spirit of their dad. With a good splash of family
responsibility mixed in from their mother, these women are jovial and well
grounded people who enjoy everything life has to offer. So, when you are
missing or thinking of Jim, call or meet these two wonderful people that
carry his adventurous and environmentally caring genes. The traits are
there and well defined. They, like their father, have never met a person who
wasn’t their friend.
Yes Jim, what I have read about you, I sense strongly in Kim and Allison.
These qualities are the part of you that do and will continue to exist.
Jim, I raise my glass to you. Be assured that your legacy will endure
through your daughters’ curious nature and sparkle. Have a glorious journey.
I am blessed to know you through Kim and Allison.
Love Julie and all the 2 and 4 legged creatures at Hobbie Horse Farm.
I first met Jim in early 1977. I had just taken a position as majority (then Democratic) counsel to the House Fisheries and Wildlife Conservation Subcommittee. Jim was then counsel to the Republican members of the Senate Environment Committee. Jim and I spent a lot of time together over the next several years dealing with the political firestorm surrounding the Supreme Court’s Tellico Dam decision and the resulting legislative amendments to the Endangered Species Act. Jim epitomized everything that House staff despised and envied of Senate staff. He was smart, self-assured and extremely effective. Most gallingly, Jim appeared to have limitless authority to speak and negotiate for a broad spectrum of the Senate Committee. Or so Jim would have had us believe. I returned to
Jim. Thanks for entering my life. I will miss you.
It’s hard to imagine things being the same in the conservation and wildlife legislative world in
I also experienced the compassionate and sensitive side of Jim after he met my dad on a hunting trip and filming of a pheasant hunt on my farms in
Jim taught me that being passionate and caring about protecting our land and water and the God-given fish and wildlife that inhabit it isn’t just something we should do – we have to do it, not only for ourselves but also for the generations to come.
Thanks, Jim, for what you’ve taught me. Lynn Tjeerdsma