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were always waiting for the spent bait he would flip in their direction.
• Over the years he had also renewed a past love…. Cooking!  He interviewed for his first job when he was in his late 70"s! He was the camp cook at 2 different "goose camps", one at John &Odie West nearOnida, and at Big Bend Ranch near Pierre. It was here he perfected his caramel rolls and school day cookies, and made the best stew anyone has ever tasted!  He loved Pheasant and Goose hunting, and especially the annual deer hunt in the Black Hills, where he would serve an awesome meal to MANY hunters!After retiring, he spent many months in Alaska with his college friend, Ned Pooley, and his son Jim, starting a new tradition of hunting and fishing. In his later years, he loveddeep sea fishing in Florida (with daughter Barbara) and walleye fishing.
• In 2001, he moved from Akaska to Sioux Falls into his daughter Collette's home.  Collette said "This assisted living works out well for both of us…he assists me a lot!"  He lived there comfortably for 13 years.  She provided the very best care for him up to the time of his death.  She had many overnight visitors, some at a moments notice.  She referred to her home as the"half star hotel", but it was a 5 star experience to everyone else.
• He had lots of friends through the years and many adventures too.  He loved traveling, and made numerous trips to Alaska, Florida, Omaha, Lincoln, Salt Lake City, Texas, Arizona, and Colorado. At the age of 90, he camped out in the Big Horn Mtns on a trip to Yellowstone, a place he never thought he would ever get to go… Nothing like an old geezer by an old geyser!
• He was excited to go to his daughter Jackie's retirement from the Navy Reserve in 2007.  In 2009, he attended the decommissioning of the USS Kitty Hawk in Seattle.  His grandson, Ross, was stationed on this aircraft carrier and participated in the decommissioning.  A very proud Grandpa!  In 2010, he was able to go on the Honor Flight for WW II Vets to Washington DC. with Collette, and had a wonderful time.
• His activities in the artillery unit robbed him of his hearing, but not his spirit.  He also kidded people by saying he had aides…."yah, one for each ear!"  He had a wonderful sense of humor and always accused his kids of "stealing his lines".  He enjoyed a good warm can of beer, playing cards, singing German songs and "Pony Boy" to all the little children.  He treated friends like family, and family like friends.  There wasn't a person who he didn't love, respect, and honor…including the person reading this.
• He kept in pretty good physical shape…walking on the "dreadmill" ½ mile twice a day, even up to just a few days before he died.  I guess he needed to keep up his strength as he continued to make and share cookies and rolls as fast as he could

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