I met George Peden sometime in 1973-74. At that time he
was trying to get back into falconry after all his years in
the military and medical school. He had finally gotten to
the point that he felt he could practice falconry with the
dedication that it deserves.
Oregon at that time was in the painful process of trying
to “normalize” the stringent regulations imposed on the
fledgling falconry community after we forced Oregon
to accept our sport through legislation. Although we
had “legal falconry”, the only problem was that actual
recognizable falconry was impossible with what they left
us.
Our fledgling club, Oregon Falconers Association, had
fought against great odds to even get our foot in the door.
As the second elected President of OFA it was up to me
to see if we could overcome the ingrained distrust of our
motives. ODFW is governed by a panel of commissioners
appointed by the Governor. Hearings were held once
each year in Portland Oregon to decide rules concerning
hunting and fishing.
I, quite frankly, was in over my head. I had little money,
time or experience to spend traveling to Portland from
the far end of the state to talk to these people and present
a viable alternative to the prohibitive rules imposed by
a Department that did not want to have to deal with us.
Since our numbers were about 26 people in all, the fight
was doubly hard.
Here is where George stepped in. George, and his wife
Martha, had a habit of adopting, feeding and nurturing
anyone studying or interested in raptors. Several
wandering college students were the beneficiaries of their
largess.
George would take time off from his physician duties to
go to Portland to help and guide me in my presentations
to the commission. Through his encouragement, support,
and personal charm, in our meetings, we were able to ease
the suspicions of the ODFW and put OFA on a path to a
trusted relationship with the Department.
We were also dealing with the federal fish and wildlife
officials concerning captive breeding, and being able to
use the progeny in falconry. Several of us were driving to
one of the hearings, and had to go to the USFWS first.
George spotted a flower shop. He yelled for us to stop
at the shop. He went in and bought a large bouquet of
flowers. We all trooped into the main office and George
in his booming voice stated that he had “flowers for the
Boss”. He gave them to the secretary, Tami Tate Hall. She
was the one that dealt with and helped us on an every day
basis, and richly deserved much more than flowers. I feel
safe in saying that our reputation was greatly improved by
this simple, very astute act.
I find it quite difficult to describe George. The words all
sound a bit too flowery and flattering, but in truth that
description fits him to a tee. He was a big man with a
booming voice. He was generous to a fault. He had a habit
of finding “starving” college kids that were in the wildlife
fields, and feeding them with Martha’s willing help. My
wife and I spent many an evening gathered around his
house eating and talking about the different aspects of
raptors. It always struck me as amusing. George lived in
one of the more affluent areas of town. While George
and Martha were never “that way”, some of George’s
neighbors were most likely aware of the “riff raff ” bird
people that were regular and welcomed visitors.
He was tireless in his pursuit of falconry. We spent many
days scouting the local ditches and ponds with our
falcons. I wasn’t with him when he died, but the guy who
was, told me that George had collapsed while his falcon
was in the air over ducks. His falcon, when George did
not respond to him, landed on his chest as he lay on the
ground.
Dr. George well knew that his heart would someday fail,
but that did not deter him. I never saw him discouraged
or cranky. He took life and relished every minute of it.
by Larry Cottrell, Jordan Valley, Oregon
HE WAS TIRELESS
IN HIS PURSUIT OF
FALCONRY....HE TOOK
LIFE AND RELISHED
EVERY MINUTE OF IT.
MEMORIES OF
George...