Obituaries

from the early days in financial banking to help at food banking, you will be missed, Garth.

Our sincere condolences. Sorry we can't be with you on Wednesday but you will be in our thoughts.

garth came to us a few years ago with a red wine grin, a cigar and a few thousand stories. rip, buddy, give nitro a hug for us.

Heard the news today, another Pal has passed away. A special Friend, who carried my Father's name. Garth was one of the Boys who loved Life, hunting, fishing and telling tall tales.I've come to believe that we will all be together again, and he is probably organizing a hunt with my Mom and Dad, Uncle Norm, and all our doggies, especially my buddy, Jacob.Happy trails, Tex

Garth will forever be remembered in my family for his encounter of epic proportions with a cement luge track. He was my father's oldest friend and lived in our imaginations as the hero (and sometimes verging on antihero) of the myths and legends that enveloped my dad's Winnipeg childhood and adolescence. When we (my sisters and myself) finally met the flesh and blood man, his exuberance, vitality and intrepidity did not disappoint. The aforementioned violent clash with over 4000 feet of cement luge tract resulted from a combination of Garth's thrill-seeking requirement for maximum speed and his fairly high centre of gravity. When he emerged from a dust cloud at the bottom of the track carrying his luge slide, and removing debris from the open wounds covering an entire side of his large frame, it was not with defeat, but rather delight at having earned the distinction as the first (and possibly only) person to have fallen off the slide. His seemingly dauntless energy has now faded, but still the legend grows.

Regrettably, I only met Garth about 8 or 10 times, but always found him to be very honest & understanding, compassionate, & 'funny'.I know, as he expressed to me during our brief meetings that he loved his children greatly & believed in them to the n'th degree.Apparently he was a greater hunter, although he never boasted.I now miss him, but will remember him fondly.Best Regards to you his family.

I will never forget the energy he or his dog brought into my life. Thank you for all the great memories, they are burnt into a young hunter's mind. I am sorry I could not be there today, my thoughts are with you and your family.

I think Garth has gone to a place where the smell of autumn is in the air twelve months of the year, where Labrador retrievers have the same life span as their owner, where stories really do get better with each telling, and where bag limits are just guidelines!

Garth and I had a life long relationship. Our mothers were in the hospital at the same time, Garth being born 8 days after me. His father was best friends with my uncle Garth, and named his first son in his honour. Garth and I grew up together and had many adventures [many best untold in this forum

Garth, --- a good friend and genuine buddy. We met in high school through our mutual friend Paul Merkley. Almost as soon as we met Garth and I started fishing and hunting together. There were several fishing trips out West to Kamloops and the Coast as well as “a meeting of the boys” every fall in the middle of the prairies in either Provost Alberta or Senlac Sask. The laughs could not be counted nor the green heads that Garth had shot. Garth as everybody knows was a story teller so our times together were filled with all the stories that Garth had garnered over the past year. Forty years of fishing and hunting together and never an argument except as to who’s turn it was to put on the waders. If I was still drinking Garth I would be tipping a cool one for you. You will be missed. My prayers are with you and your family. Your friend – Chad Mitchell

I have many fond memories growing up with Garth in the '50s and '60s. He always had a smile on his face and seemingly not a care in the world.