I consider Carl more than a cousin but also a friend. Though we didn't always see eye to eye I enjoyed my conversations with him and hearing his points of view. I appreciated all his help and advice on my home. He was so meticulous in his work and I will always be grateful. He always greeted me with a smile and a hug that made me feel welcome and accepted. Carl's memory will be in my heart.

What I remember is caring, whenever I saw him he would check in, see how I’m doing, ask about work and school. He always listened and we had a lot of great discussions over the years. There were plenty of things we had different views on, but I’m glad for our talks.

What can I say about my big brother.

I'm taken back to my younger years tromping around Idaho with a sluice box and gold pan trying to find the "perfect" spot where bed rock met the stream so we could scratch the rocks for dirt and sand and put it in the gold pan hoping for "good sigh" black sand and hopefully gold.  There were several trips where it was just the 2 of us.  I still have 2 glass vials hidden away with sapphires and gold dust and flecks that we found over 24 years ago.

I am also transported back to looking through his treasure hunting magazine scheming where in Utah and other parts of the West famed train robbers may have stashed their loot.  We talked about metal detecting and went out a few times together trying to find cool things.

I also remember digging through piles of pennies and nickels when I started collecting coins many of the rare old ones he already had so he was quick to add them to my collection. (wheat pennies and buffalo nickels)

We had a strange encounter Carl and I while in Idaho prospecting.  one night there was a loud strange sound that neither of us had ever heard before.  It was almost like a mountain lion scream but it was not totally right and we heard it for the better part of an hour around are camp.  We didn't get the best sleep that night but Carl tried to keep his cool so as to not freak me out mush more then we both were (I being maybe 12).  We ruminated for many years on what may have been out there that night.  Crazy

I would always love to hear the unsolicited advice, when it was dispensed to others not me, about the finer points of hunting and how to discharge your firearm. 
Squeeze away brother.

Many great times in the heart of God's Creation, Carl will for me long be in my thoughts on the hillside or lake shore.

You will be greatly missed!

My favorite memories with Carl was trips to Topaz Mountain and searching for geodes in Dugway which years later I did with my kids. Many adventures were had prospecting. Carl was always looking for profit and beauty in the earth. He helped me get my first truck because Carl was kind enough to sell me his F250 which I nick named "the beast". There was many acts of kindness and love that he shared. I will miss my brother greatly.

Love Josh 

I appreciated the knowledge, time and passions Carl shared with us rather about the outdoors, home improvement projects, or precious metals. One thing that stands out is how he shared ways to use different tools when making metal jewelry. This helped my husband to make his own creative jewelry pieces including copper bracelets that were given as gifts to Carl and many family members. There is no way to sum up so many years of family parties, projects and adventures. Even though you are gone from our sight you will not be gone from our hearts and memories