Wilf Struck Memorial - Vancouver
http://www.premiumexploration.com/wilf-struck-memorial-vancouver
Wilf Struck Tribute site
http://memorial.yourtribute.com/wilfstruck/photo.aspx?PhotoId=15332
Team Rubberhead
http://www.teamrubberhead.com/events_and_info.html
I also wanted to Thank everyone that was responsible for putting together such a great memorial at Sams tap room and the funeral services were very well done and the way Wilf would have wanted it.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Wilf the man the myth the legend
This last weekend a close friend and someone that I have looked up to for quite some time passed away. Wilf Struck was killed while driving home from Canada to be home for his fourth of July party. He was killed by a drunk driver who lost control of his car and hit Wilf while he was riding his motorcycle.
Wilf had always lived life on the edge but at the same time had an eye for cation. He was 51 years old and would be the first to push the limits of dirt-biking, snowmobiling and off-roading. Because of that he often led others to places they had never been or thought they would ever go, most times in ways they never thought they would get there. This mentality is what gained recognition as "Getting WILFED!" always an adventure but everyone always returned home safe and with a smile on there faces. Wilf was the basis for many joyful storys told around Sam's Tap room and and any other place where friends gather, due to the wild adventures that most had experienced while enjoying Wilf's company.
Wilf also had another side, the family man side. This may have been the most admirable trates that Wilf possesed. I think for me he symbolized the true family man. He was on the road for work quite a bit but always had his family as the top priority. He would drive hundreds of miles to make it home for one of his daughters events or to make it home to spend quality time with his family. He also incorporated his family in everything that he did. I remember him and the family driving there old jeep with the two girls Clair and Victoria in the back seat with the top off heading off-roading. I also have a picture of him taking his girls snowmobiling, what a trip that must have been. When I purchased Wilf's snowmobile from him he told me if I ever took Lauren out on it to not freak out if I happened to be driving along and the sled mysteriously died. It had happened to him plenty of times. He said that the culprit was normally that one of the girls had fallen asleep and their helmet had pushed the kill switch on the sled (useful information, and something only one that had done this plenty would know!). It is for these girls and is wife Cathy that I am most saddened by, because to have a father and a husband like Wilf would have truly been the best. My deepest sympathy goes out to them.
A few things that Wilf has taught me about life:
Never give up. Even if you are laying under your snowmobile or dirt bike and you don't think you can go any farther you can! and you will be happy you did.
Always greet people like they are your best friend and with a smile. Even if that person is calling you an undercover BLM agent (I didn't even know the BLM had undercover agents)
Live every day to the fullest. Especially if you are at work because work doesn't always have to be work. Enjoy it because this is life we don't get another one.
Your Family is always the most important. I was in Elk City with Wilf staking claims and we had to stay a little longer than originally thought which put me close to missing my anniversary. When I told Wilf that I may miss my anniversary if we had to stay much longer his response was that we would be back no matter what. He never batted an eye at dropping what he was doing to help someone else out.
Wilf your larger than life smile, endless love for live and passion for the outdoors will be greatly missed.
If you have any stories that you would like to share with others leave them in the comments section of this blog. I would also like to get some photos of Wilf enjoying life to share at his funeral or memorial service so if you have any sent them over and I will put them together in a slide show to share. I will also add any pictures to the bottom of this blog.
Wilf had always lived life on the edge but at the same time had an eye for cation. He was 51 years old and would be the first to push the limits of dirt-biking, snowmobiling and off-roading. Because of that he often led others to places they had never been or thought they would ever go, most times in ways they never thought they would get there. This mentality is what gained recognition as "Getting WILFED!" always an adventure but everyone always returned home safe and with a smile on there faces. Wilf was the basis for many joyful storys told around Sam's Tap room and and any other place where friends gather, due to the wild adventures that most had experienced while enjoying Wilf's company.
Wilf also had another side, the family man side. This may have been the most admirable trates that Wilf possesed. I think for me he symbolized the true family man. He was on the road for work quite a bit but always had his family as the top priority. He would drive hundreds of miles to make it home for one of his daughters events or to make it home to spend quality time with his family. He also incorporated his family in everything that he did. I remember him and the family driving there old jeep with the two girls Clair and Victoria in the back seat with the top off heading off-roading. I also have a picture of him taking his girls snowmobiling, what a trip that must have been. When I purchased Wilf's snowmobile from him he told me if I ever took Lauren out on it to not freak out if I happened to be driving along and the sled mysteriously died. It had happened to him plenty of times. He said that the culprit was normally that one of the girls had fallen asleep and their helmet had pushed the kill switch on the sled (useful information, and something only one that had done this plenty would know!). It is for these girls and is wife Cathy that I am most saddened by, because to have a father and a husband like Wilf would have truly been the best. My deepest sympathy goes out to them.
A few things that Wilf has taught me about life:
Never give up. Even if you are laying under your snowmobile or dirt bike and you don't think you can go any farther you can! and you will be happy you did.
Always greet people like they are your best friend and with a smile. Even if that person is calling you an undercover BLM agent (I didn't even know the BLM had undercover agents)
Live every day to the fullest. Especially if you are at work because work doesn't always have to be work. Enjoy it because this is life we don't get another one.
Your Family is always the most important. I was in Elk City with Wilf staking claims and we had to stay a little longer than originally thought which put me close to missing my anniversary. When I told Wilf that I may miss my anniversary if we had to stay much longer his response was that we would be back no matter what. He never batted an eye at dropping what he was doing to help someone else out.
Wilf your larger than life smile, endless love for live and passion for the outdoors will be greatly missed.
If you have any stories that you would like to share with others leave them in the comments section of this blog. I would also like to get some photos of Wilf enjoying life to share at his funeral or memorial service so if you have any sent them over and I will put them together in a slide show to share. I will also add any pictures to the bottom of this blog.
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