Saturday, January 11, 2020
I've Known Bob for most of my life. We where teenagers when I first met Bob Rigby in Kincardine. Perhaps my fondest memory of Rigs was from Sanctuary Saskatchewan, a wee hamlet north of Swift-Current. Bob was working as a farm hand for a mountain of a man named Dick Bull and family. I stopped to visit Rigs on my way back home from Squamish, B.C. to London, On., driving my old 1952 Ford pick-up truck. I ended up staying for an entire week helping Bob bring in acres of straw bails and other chores. But after the work was done, Bob and I would go duck hunting while driving around to all the little ponds or slues. We where not always successful but had a lot of laughs anyways. Then we'ed head to the pub in Sanctuary and that's when the fun really started. Usually his boss, "big" Dick Bull, would start some kind of ruck-ass in the bar and Bob and I would back him up or help break him up, which ever was needed.! One night on the way back to the ranch from the bar Rigby said lets take a short-cut squeak and proceeded to drive off the road and cut across the fields, all the way home. Some nights big Dick would get to drinking to much and decide to take a round out on Rigs but Bobby always seemed to wrestle him to the ground with Dicks wife taking the broom to them. At the end of the week Bob and I went goose hunting one early morning which was amazingly successful. The whole week I spent with Rigs was one of my best memories of all time. Bob was a tough little guy but he was one of the most Kindest, Generous, Beautiful souls I've ever had the Honor to call my Friend. I'll miss your "Gentle Ways" Bob Rigby.....Friend Greg Stewart (Squeak}
