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RICHARD ALLEN SCOTT - Through the Years

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<strong>RICHARD</strong> <strong>ALLEN</strong> <strong>SCOTT</strong><br />

THROUGH THE YEARS<br />

1966<br />

Now what <strong>the</strong> hell do I do? I made a mess of that<br />

potential career with <strong>the</strong> Hudson’s Bay Company. For a<br />

while I tossed around <strong>the</strong> idea of joining <strong>the</strong> Navy or <strong>the</strong><br />

Coast Guard, as I had a love for <strong>the</strong> sea, and aspired to<br />

a commission in ei<strong>the</strong>r of those services. Dad had been<br />

an officer in <strong>the</strong> Royal Air Force and always had that<br />

special bearing and demeanor. He also socialized with a<br />

group of similar stature and who were often at our home.<br />

They included senior NCOs of <strong>the</strong> RCMP, including S/M<br />

Bob McRae, S/Sgt. Ed Hill (Reg No. 14813), <strong>the</strong> crusty<br />

riding instructor at Depot Division in Regina made<br />

famous with his picture plastered over all manner of<br />

touristy trinkets and recruiting material…and a decorated<br />

war veteran, S/Sgt. Bill Pomfret, S/Sgt. Shane Kirby, <strong>the</strong><br />

RCMP Armourer, and Sgt. Bob MacKeracher, an<br />

academic instructor. All three lived in Force housing on<br />

<strong>the</strong> grounds of Depot Division (since demolished), and<br />

with whom we often visited.<br />

Dad was a member (and eventually <strong>the</strong> President for a<br />

term) of <strong>the</strong> Royal United Services Institute in Regina,<br />

where Officers from all services socialized.<br />

During this period of ‘discovery’ I again worked for Dad, but not at all enjoying it. I don’t know<br />

how many small prairie towns and Chinese/Canadian restaurants we frequented during <strong>the</strong><br />

course of my employment (eg: Punichy, Carrot River, etc…ugh!), all <strong>the</strong> while braving <strong>the</strong><br />

elements to survey lands for road development. I was never so dirty, what with Saskatchewan<br />

gumbo stuck to my boots, constant mud and dust….and bug bites…but a steady pay cheque,<br />

and no expenses!<br />

In July of 1966, at <strong>the</strong> age of 18, I applied to <strong>the</strong> RCMP, undoubtedly due to <strong>the</strong> unconscious<br />

impression left by Dad’s friends. I wanted to be a part of that world. I was found ‘fit for<br />

engagement’ in August 1966. Yahoo!! A real career awaited…although I couldn’t join until I<br />

had turned 19. The recruiting literature at that time showed that my starting salary would be<br />

$4800 per year. Financial independence!<br />

June 2017<br />

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