You’d have to have spent the last decade of your life with your head buried in the sand if you don’t know about Steve Irwin, “The Crocodile Hunter”. His over-the-top enthusiasm and trademark, “Crikey!!” exclamation made him an extremely well-known, if somewhat controversial, TV personality around the world. You probably also know that he was killed by a stingray while filming an episode for is TV series in the Great Barrier Reef off the coast of Australia - “in the thick of it”.
I’ve never commented publicly about him, nor about his untimely death, but feel I need to, especially with the upcoming televised special airing his final episode and a 2-hour long tribute to him to be simulcast on the Discovery Channel and Animal Planet (January 21). I think it’s appropriate here, given the similar nature of his work and mine (except for the TV show, but I have one for Extreme Science in the works right now - stay tuned!)
I so seldomly watch TV because I have so little time for it. My children, however, frequently tuned into Steve’s show, but I never sat down and watched it all the way through with any regularity. I have to say I was impressed and inspired. Like so many people who enjoyed Steve’s TV program I fell in love with him. His affable, gregarious personality was infectious and a pleasure to watch.
I learned of his death the morning it happened when my husband blurted out the news with alarm while sitting down with the newspaper. My heart sank to my feet. I was crushed and devastated. I hugged my husband, who knowingly and silently comforted me. He, too was shocked and upset. Later in the afternoon I found myself going online and wandering to the Discovery channel website to find out why, why, why. And maybe to get some kind of solace.
I read through the Crocodile Hunter forum and wept with all the others who were grieving for him.
I was still crying a week later and still find myself painfully choked up when recalling the news. Steve was alternately hailed and blasted publicly for his methods and called some pretty derogatory things for some of his ‘antics’. Even in the days and weeks after his shocking death critics publicly lashed out at him for his methods.
Granted there’s room for discussion and disagreement over Steve’s methods for creating wildlife awareness, but no one can question his passion, enthusiasm and wholehearted dedication to wildlife conservation and education. The Crocodile Hunter did more for increasing awareness and visibility for wildlife than any other public figure since Jacques Cousteau. It was disrespectful to his grieving widow, Teri, and their daughter Bindi to level harsh criticisms against him publicly stating that, “He got what was coming to him”.
You can fault the methods, but you can’t fault the man.
Rest in Peace, Steve.