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In Memoriam of J. Guthrie

NRA editors and contributors share some of their fondest memories of outdoor writer J. Guthrie, who passed away on April 12, 2013 at the age of 37.


The entire outdoor industry reeled in shock last week at the passing of 37-year-old James "J." Guthrie. A well-traveled outdoor writer and one-time NRA Publications employee, Guthrie was well known—and loved—throughout the industry for his enthusiasm, knowledge and vigor.

Guthrie had many friends in his industry of choice. We've collected the thoughts of a handful of them below, to pay tribute to a man that was taken from the world far too soon.

From Jeff Johnston, American Hunter Managing Editor:

On the evening of April 11, 2013, I gathered with a group of my best friends on the wrap-around porch of an old Oklahoma bunkhouse, telling stories and preparing for the turkey hunt that was to come with sunrise. There were five of us, but a sixth was clearly missing. James Guthrie’s name came up, and for an hour before we turned in, we knee-slapped telling “Guthrie Stories.”

Sunrise delivered the best sound in the world—the gobbles of roosted turkeys—but also one of the worst when a cracking voice on the other end of my cell phone informed me that Guthrie would never hunt again, at least not with us on Earth. James “J.” Guthrie of Eatonton, Ga., the voice said, had died in his sleep while at home with his wife, Jennifer, and two fresh-faced children, Caroline and Will.

Amid the shock induced by losing a great friend who was only 37 with no known health problems, I immediately thought of the irony that existed in our stories told about him mere hours before. We’d toasted a drink to him, thinking him alive and well; we even threatened to call and wake him. But as days passed and rational thought replaced denial, I realized there was nothing ironic or coincidental about telling “Guthrie Stories” in hunting camp or anywhere else. In fact, I don’t believe I’ve ever been to a camp or gathering with mutual friends where his name didn’t surface, followed by smiles. One-of-a-kind has become cliché, but for the first time in his life “cliché” will have to describe James Guthrie, because there is no better way. He had that electric “it” only a few possess, and it drew people like a magnet. If you wished to find the happening place, just find Guthrie. He’d be there in the middle, telling jokes between spins with the cutest girls on the dance floor. Guys off to the side would mumble, “Who’s that?” while guys who knew him would proclaim, “That’s Guthrie!”

I first met the outspoken Georgia boy on the phone during his official interview with the American Hunter staff. He was polite in his Southern demeanor, extremely knowledgeable, yet had an air of confidence.

Amid talking guns and publishing skills, the at-the-time single guy asked me in a drawl as thick as gumbo, “So, what’s the situation like up in D.C?”

“Not very bright if you keep up that over-the-top accent,” I said.

I had come from Oklahoma and learned the hard way that city folks in D.C. can be quick to label you an uneducated redneck if you speak with a drawl. But man, did Guthrie show me. He swaggered into NRA offices just like he owned the place, wearing Carhartts, work boots, a plaid button-up shirt and, only to conform to the NRA’s conservative dress code, one of two of his ties. This uniform never changed. I learned quickly that I couldn’t compete with Guthrie in many things, including military history, dancing, social skills or Southern charm that he backed up with wit, intelligence and common sense. Perhaps for a while I was jealous, but that soon turned to envy as Guthrie and I became friends. I was merely one of thousands. Guthrie formed relationships in minutes that take most folks months or years to cultivate. Guthrie was Mr. Popular.

Foremost, Guthrie was a husband and father. He was also a Christian. I never saw him eat a meal without briefly bowing his head and thanking his lord. I never heard him talk about or push his faith, but it was there. He was also a damn good shot. James grew up hunting and shooting—he could shoot a rifle or most anything better than most of us. His Glock, Surefire flashlight and pocketknife might well have been permanently attached to him. As was his ink pen.

Guthrie was a writer by trade. He’d worked for the Quality Deer Management Association before joining the American Hunter staff in 2003 as Associate Editor; then he became Executive Editor of the NRA’s new tactical magazine, Shooting Illustrated, based on his technical gun knowledge. Soon, however, Guthrie became in high-demand, and he realized he could do well in the freelance writing world (a tough endeavor for less talented men). Soon that led to television, as predicted, when outdoor show producers met him. While in the D.C. area, J met his future wife, Jennifer, who was from his beloved Georgia. Not long afterward, the pair landed back down south, Guthrie freelancing for nearly every outdoor magazine in the country, Jennifer attending med school. They began working on a family.

Guthrie loved good bird dogs, books, American war veterans and practical jokes. One time while at the NRA, an excited new hire named Kyle Wintersteen was called down by Guthrie to check out an old 1911 pistol that had arrived to be photographed. Doing what he was taught, Wintersteen took the gun and pulled the slide back to check to see if it was loaded, and thereby fell into the trap when the slide became jammed. “What the—what are you doing?” Guthrie exclaimed. “That is Joe Foss’ Nineteen-freaking-Eleven. You shouldn’t even be handling it without white gloves! My gosh, have you broken it?” Wintersteen became sheet white with fear of being terminated for his error—until Guthrie popped the joke. And there were plenty more. But he was also a mentor to some, including me, and would get serious when the need arose. Although he only knew NRA employee and Navy veteran John Howard for a couple years while he was a co-worker, Guthrie made it a point to call him every year on Veterans Day. No doubt, the Guthries had a large phone bill come September.

Two days after he died I saw a lady of Korean descent whom I know. She asked if I knew Guthrie. I told her I did, and she offered her condolences and surprised me when she said she was also very upset about his passing. Turns out, Guthrie had helped her son learn English. No one knew it, but Guthrie had not only helped the middle-schooler get good marks but, according to his mother, also helped instill in the youngster some of his own social skills. The kid finished top of his class.

I could go on and on about James Guthrie, but the bottom line is this: The world is not as good without him. And through a tear-soaked facemask, I continued my turkey hunt, however insignificant, because I know that’s what my friend would have wanted. He was a lot of things to a lot of people, but to me he was a great hunting buddy.

Guthrie, there will always be a place on the porch for you to tell stories. We all just hope someone up there is writing them down.


From Kyle Wintersteen, NRA Publications Contributor:

Not three hours had passed on my first day of employment at American Hunter when J. Guthrie strolled through the door. Immediately I knew I was dealing with a human being of unique character and disposition. His southern drawl was thick, and the further he launched into each story, the thicker it became. He wore a tie—per NRA’s strict dress code—but he also donned a camo hat, a fashion statement no doubt symptomatic of his rebel spirit.

Though the subject of my Yankee ancestry arose early in our conversation, Guthrie invited me to lunch anyhow. The restaurant was a little barbecue joint and, perhaps inspired by my new colleague from Georgia, I ordered the southern barbecue platter with a sweet potato and sweet tea.

“Why haaaail, Wintersteen, pretty soon we’ll have you pronouncing all four E’s in sheeeeit,” Guthrie said with his big, good ol' boy grin.

I liked “J” immediately, and many of the best stories from my twenties involve him. There are some I can share. Others that are fit only for certain audiences. And a few that will remain between Guthrie and I forever. Of the former, I find that I’m most often asked to retell the stories of Guthrie’s workplace pranks.

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11 Responses to In Memoriam of J. Guthrie

Michael J Daffron wrote:
May 24, 2013

I'm sitting here at 3:30 the morning of May 24 just now reading about J. I'm sad. He was a fine man, and will be missed by his family and his readers. I'm proud to say I am one. A young man with the style of the old style Always looked forward to his articles. the good guys go too quickly n I'll miss him. May God bless his family.

Chris Farrer wrote:
May 21, 2013

I just found out about J's passing literally 30 minutes ago. I fired up the DVR to watch last night's "Modern Rifle Adventures" when I glimpsed what looked like a picture of J & "In Memory of J Guthrie" printed above it. My heart sank. I had to rewind to confirm what I thought I had seen. My heart sank a little deeper. I had never met the young man, but I intended to some day. I would have loved to take him on a Whitetail hunt here in Mississippi. Now, I'll have to wait until I depart Terra Firma for the last time. I hope I will then be allowed to hunt & carouse with him. One could tell through the flat-screen that the J Guthrie you saw on TV was the real thing. No phony put-on for the cameras or anything else, as far as that goes. The world is a lesser place today & Heaven is improved. Prayers to Jennifer & the children...

Kent Dover wrote:
May 21, 2013

God bless James! Sure will miss him. He was too young to pass on, but God called him home. Will pray for his family. God's speed James!

Ryan Crownover wrote:
May 07, 2013

He was a really good an awesome person and I'm sorry about it plus I hope that we all feel the same way and think about him in our thoughts and prayers

Ron Price wrote:
April 19, 2013

I had just became Facebook friends with J. Guthrie about three weeks ago. I always liked his shows and I always sided with him over Metcalf although I am Metcalfs age. He will be missed..RIP young writer, hunter and facebook friend !!!Semper Fi !!

J Kuhlmann wrote:
April 19, 2013

What a shame! It seems the good guys always go too soon, and the bad guys you can't seem to ge rid of. I will miss J. and Dick teaching us while making us smile with their antics.

Jon Walgren, Birmingham, MI wrote:
April 18, 2013

This makes me want to cry. In some respects, Guthrie came across like he was my son. What a loss. I'm older than Dick Metcalf and imagine that he's forelorn.

T.Morin wrote:
April 18, 2013

I didn't know Mr.Guthrie personally but I enjoyed his work on tv shows where his personality would shine thru and It was like he was your "bud"talking guns with you. Being a Christian and a southerner myself I could really relate to him. I'm very sadden by his death but I know he is with the Lord talking the merit of an AR in 6.8 spc... My thoughts and heart felt prayers go out to his wife , children and his family.

Bruce Furr wrote:
April 18, 2013

My home burned to the ground on a cold day on March 2005. Friends and family arrived to help. I was standing in the street in a light rain with only a light shirt on. A thoughtful person came up behind me and put a waterproof jacket around my shoulders. I still have that jacket and will always remember J. Guthrie for his kindness and generosity when he literally gave me the jacket off his back. I feel a great hurt knowing I will not be able to see him at Shot Show and trade emails.

Rick Notsch wrote:
April 18, 2013

Very sorry to hear of his passing,sounds like a great young man, May he rest in peace.

Jimmy Y wrote:
April 18, 2013

"J" will be missed by us on earth but loved by God in heaven. To his family my prayers go.