But I think if you took a poll of those guys, their winner would be Col. Townsend Whelen. “Townie,” everyone called him, and his peers loved him, which is an astonishing achievement in itself. He was a careful, meticulous reporter and researcher, a man of eminent common sense, and a good writer who was often funny on purpose. Whelen was an intrepid outdoorsman who would take off into true wilderness with a hatchet, a knife, a rifle, a compass, no map, some matches, a little flour and salt, and a shelter half. He would stay gone for a month and think nothing of it. You don’t find much of that today.