Stan Hilton, my good friend was killed in a car accident yesterday. Stan, his cousin Gordon, and I used to duck and goose hunt together almost weekly for the duration of duck season most years while we lived in Talbot in the ’70s and ’80s. I went on my first guided steelhead fishing trip on the Nestucca River with Stan. I bought my first drift boat with Stan, an old beater wood boat, I think he paid for it, but we were partners and used it together on the Nestucca River. I made my first fishing trip up to Alaska with Stan. We flew up and and stayed with a friend, Jay Goold who took us all over southern Alaska fishing. We fished the Susitna River, Willow Creek, the Talkeetna River, Sheep Creek, Montana Creek, the Kenai river, Bird Creek, Halibut fishing out of Homer, and Halibut fishing out of Seward. For about 20 years we went to Stan and Betty’s place for the fourth of July and had a feast together and then went to the fireworks at the Stayton High School.
Jesus said to His disciples, “I call you friends.” Proverbs says that a good friend sticks closer than a brother” and that a “friend loves at all times.” I have a book entitled “friends,” and it says that very few men have any real friends, just a lot of acquaintances. I have been very blessed at JBC to have a number of very good friends, and Stan was one of the best.
When I got news of Stan’s death, there was the initial shock and the sense of loss, but it didn’t take long before my predominant thought became, “Stan, you lucky dog, you! You are in heaven and I am stuck here in this life, but I will see you soon!”