Friday, May 3, 2024
I first met Gus when I was maybe 12 years old, I may have actually been younger. But it was a long time ago. Gus was working the fishing counter at the sporting good store Russell sports in Calgary, which I frequented as a young outdoorsman. Over the years, our friendship grew from casual hallows and Fishing Conversations at the store to the point where I would go there just to BS with Gus. (And as we all know, he could BS with the best of them). At some point when I was around 18 I found myself in dire need of a place to stay, This came up to Gus And one of our bullshit sessions at the store, and out of nowhere he said come stay with us until you find your feet again, he did need to check with Sue first (from here on known as mom in this story and my life). Had later that evening, like a stray dog found on a gravel road, Gus brought me home. Our relationship turned from friendship into family overnight. I was lucky enough to spend countless hours with Gus both at home and in the field hunting and fishing. 10 years ago, he drug me all the way across the country to Newfoundland for a visit back home with him, which was an experience I’ll never forget. Even after Gus And sue moved back to Newfoundland four years ago, we remained close. Having video chats on every holiday. He was known as grandpa Gus to my children, and it was one of the best friends anyone could ever ask for. His memory and spirit will never be forgotten by anyone who was lucky enough to have known him.
