Jack L. Jimison

Jack L Jimison, 79, from Kelso, Wash., (lifetime Montanan) died on Tuesday, March 1, 2016, in a huge storm with wind, rain, hail, downed trees and power outages. We are pretty sure he caused all that on his way out. He was born Sept. 13, 1936.

Dad has requested no service. He would like anyone that knew and loved him to catch a fish, go to the Park Grove Bar and/or the Montana Bar of course, and just laugh and share good stories. Anyone that knows him remembers that he loved the outdoors. Fishing, hunting, partying, friends and family were his life (mostly the fishing)! He loved music and played guitar and sang with his buddies and at home as much as he could.

He was preceded in death by his parents; many brothers and sisters; and two wives, Marilyn and Margaret.

Survivors include two daughters, Lauri Sabo and her husband, Chris, and Shelli Jimison and Jeff Sugg; and his little dog, Magnum, all from Kelso/Longview; six grandchildren, Jenny Fowler and her husband, Tony, Jessica Sugg, Cheyenne DeFrates and her husband, Erin, Amy Lorentzen and her husband, Scot, Waylon Sugg and his wife, Taylor, all from Washington and Sammy Breeden and his wife, Chris, from Montana; two sisters, Patty Woolery from Glasgow and Wilma Young from Conrad; one brother, George Jimison and his wife, Margaret, from Conrad; many great-grandchildren and numerous nieces and nephews that he was very fond of.

Michelotti-Sawyers Mortuary is assisting with arrangements.

This little story was found in his belongings and his family would love to share it. It says everything there is about Dad and how he lived his life. It was written on Jan. 3, 1977, by his good buddy, Don Johnson.

The Fishing Trip

Richard, Harley, Jack and Me,

Set out one day on a fishing spree.

We headed West in my Rabbit Car,

And stopped for a minute at O.B's Bar.

Jack, Richard, Me and Harley,

Played some pool and drank some barley.

We had a ball and things were fine,

'Til we started drinkin' Plum Hollow Wine.

Harley, Richard, Me and Jack,

Got in the car and started back.

Westward we rode and kept a-gabbin'

'Til we finally arrived at my little cabin.

Jack, Harley, Me and Dick,

Back home next day-we're mighty sick.

Four women yelled and were mighty shook,

'Cause we didn't even wet a damn hook!!!