I watched Steve Irwin often, and tried to get my kids to watch him as well. Sadly his programming was replaced by typical Saturday AM cartoon crap.
Steve liked to walk on the edge, so his death is not surprising. However the mode of death is rather freakish. Stingrays are gentle creatures, and their sting isn't anything too terrible to worry about. Unfortunately the barb went though his chest and into his heart, and he chose to pull it out. You might as well have shot him in the chest; the result would have been the same. No doubt he was doing something very "Steve" like riding the stingray. And now and then, animals will be animals.
I am now the proud owner of a Rhodesian Ridgeback puppy. The fellow is now about half size at 40-something pounds, and already he's a handful. This dog was bred to protect African farms and hunt (harass) lions. It's a constant struggle for me to TRAIN MY KIDS how to handle this animal. The dog does what the dog was programmed to do. If you run like a maniac, he will tackle you either by nipping your heels or running right under your legs. And the tail is wagging all the way through it. It's nothing personal; that's what Ridgebacks do. Plus... the animal is stubborn. Not stupid, not flighty, not a flight risk, just stubborn. That's a desireable trait for an animal that needs to take on a lion and live to bark about it.
My older son now understands, and works with the dog "as is" and doesn't punish him for being a Ridgeback. The younger son is still a bit of a challenge. I'm constantly having to teach him how not to push the dog's buttons, so to speak. Again, it's nothing vicious or personal. An animal bred to chase will chase. An animal nicknamed "the lion dog" will think cat-and-mouse (lion and dog) is a game and will be up for the fun. Fun for a dog this powerful means you will end up on your butt, and the tail is wagging while waiting for more.
If you watched Steve long enough, you would see what incredible instincts and athleticism he posessed. But it was more than that. Steve rode the edge. He did that often, and one day he made a mistake. But it's no different than someone who loves motorcycles getting killed when someone pulls in front of him. Stuff happens; it's all a probability game. Steve knew his work and played the best odds, but he was ALWAYS playing a hand. Sooner or later, even the best "luck" will lose if given enough chances.
God bless him for getting killed doing what he loved best. I just feel badly for his extraordinarily beautiful wife and kids. They will miss their daddy. If they would have me, I'd adopt them all.
- Bill