We were hunting and going up a hill and dean missed a gear and we started to roll backwards I looked over and Dean’s eyes were big as saucers
We had a good laugh
Rest in peace ole buddy
Dean was a great guy, always friendly and willing to help. I had lots fun racing him on snowmobiles, I could take him off the line, but his brand new Arctic Cat 340 would chase me down and pass, with a smile a mile wide. I send my condolences to his family.
Our deepest sympathy . I have fond memories of growing up with Dean and his brothers. From building go carts to take down suicide hill to teaching me how to repair the tire on my peddle bike. RIP Dean
