---- Oft quoted description found on the Internet of
Christofer Habig's now defunct but famous
Molosser Magazin, by Kim Slater
When one reflects upon their life, one usually can look back and name a certain person or persons who played key roles in shaping their beliefs, values, ethics and standards, which perhaps played a strong role in who they eventually became as a person.
In my life, I've been graced to have several people who served as mentors or role models to me in different phases of my life.
Fresh out of High School and kicking around a Southern California Junior College studying Geology, my passion was road racing bicycles European style - replete with my 'starter' bike, a bright red French Peugot, then graduating to a very pricy black, full Campagnolo Super Record decked out Italian hand made Colnago - one fellow racer and trainer stood out as a mentor to me: Jim Meyers, then a Senior, former Olympic team cyclist member - inspired me to reach for unthinkable goals. A rank novice, I went on to place sixth in a California state road race, and second in some big criteriums against more seasoned racers than I. I received an invite to the Colorado Olympic training center where the then famous and legendary "Eddy B." coached the US team. Had I not suffered a broken left arm in a horrendous crash, then racing against Connie Carpenter, who went on to win the first Women's Olympic Cycling event in Los Angeles, no telling where I could have ended up in that pursuit.
Not long afterwards, my life found me earning a living off the backs of horses, not bicycles, as I bounced around the West hard scrabbling jobs on ranches big and small. Under the unforgiving, tough yet compassionate and true guidance of cattle ranching legend Tom Marvel and his family of Battle Mountain, Nevada, in the final halcyon days of their huge ranching empire, I earned my stripes riding 50 mile circles on the desert rounding up cattle, getting bucked off of colts and broncs, and learning the true meaning of independence, integrity and hard work's pay offs. I paid dangerous, harsh, hard dues. I suffered no fools, took no prisoners, gave little damn of what people thought of me (traits I carry on to this day), and usually pushed myself beyond reason. I respected reason, knowledge and experience when I saw it, and expected respect in return.
During the better part of the 1980's when I was ranching, I also raised working cattle dogs - mostly the then rare Catahoula Leopard Dog. I wrote an article about them in the June 1987 issue of Dog World.
Sometime during this period, I became aware of a magazine out of Germany called Molosser Magazin. I ordered my first copy from Germany; it was expensive, and came painstakingly slow. Once I had my hands on it, however, I knew I had stumbled upon the Holy Grail of all that was Dog Related. I could not put it down, and ordered more back issues - my biggest regret is that I never ordered all the back issues. I read what I had, again and again.