TBH Lost A Legend Yesterday...Prayers Please

[Jmh05]

Sometimes I neglect the fragility of life as I see it destroyed regularly as an ER doc, but there's always something to remind me it's real. God bless and RIP. I hope those girls are doing ok.

[Dale Moser]

I took the time to read everyone’s post and tributes to Matt. It’s amazing that one man can leave such a positive impact on so many. What’s even more impressive is with that many friends and adventures he still took the time to be an incredible Dad and Husband. Very few people can check that many boxes. I pray that his wife and girls one day find some peace and comfort. I also pray for all of you that had the opportunity to share in the life of a true one of a kind. Y’all stay strong for his wife and girls and keep only the good times in your thoughts.

I’ve enjoyed a lot of posts about our brother, over the last 7 days, which have undoubtedly been the worst of my life. But this one has summed things up the best. Thank you, sir.


We roll south tomorrow with light minds, and heavy hearts.


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[Dale Moser]

I’ve been bombarded with questions about contributions to help Steph and the girls, and I appreciate the love shown. That is a conversation I will have to have with Steph, and it may be weeks from now or more.

For now, keep she and the girls in your prayers, and our brother in your hearts. It will be a long road, and they will need all the support we can give them.


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[bboswell]

Just seeing this and it makes my gut hurt.

Prayers for the family but especially for those girls!

[Texastaxi]

Coming back to read the new posts.
You can see his personality in every picture posted ...

Smart, do you remember the details that led up to him sitting naked in the middle of the Berger Ranch kitchen? Why that popped into my mind is beyond me, but proves what was said earlier "he was the life of the party without trying" ... even after everyone else was in bed!

Continued prayers for all of you that were so close to him.

[BOWERIK]

I’ve enjoyed a lot of posts about our brother, over the last 7 days, which have undoubtedly been the worst of my life. But this one has summed things up the best. Thank you, sir.


We roll south tomorrow with light minds, and heavy hearts.


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You all will be heavy on my heart and mind, got with Anthony last night. I am deeply sadden about not being able to make it, but I will celebrate Matt's life. Safe Travels.

[Chad C]

You all will be heavy on my heart and mind, got with Anthony last night. I am deeply sadden about not being able to make it, but I will celebrate Matt's life. Safe Travels.

I'm in the same boat. I simply have too many fires to put out and it feels like somebody is fanning the flames.

I was hoping to head South with Chicken, but that's not going to happen.

Safe travels to all, Y'all pour one out for me.

[WyoBull]

Just now seeing this and have read through the posts. I know many of you are hurting right now and I am praying for you, as well as Matt and his family.

I never met Matt as I have never been to a Bownanza but I have been here at the campfire for many years and have read a lot of posts over the years involving you guys and your escapades.

Take comfort knowing the positive impact he had on you, but also, the impact you had on him. We are only here for a little while, don't miss the chance to tell those close to you what they mean to you.

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[cantexduck]

Coming back to read the new posts.
You can see his personality in every picture posted ...

Smart, do you remember the details that led up to him sitting naked in the middle of the Berger Ranch kitchen? Why that popped into my mind is beyond me, but proves what was said earlier "he was the life of the party without trying" ... even after everyone else was in bed!

Continued prayers for all of you that were so close to him.

He got stung by an asp or something I think. No clue why he had to get naked though ....... Lonestar might if had something to do with it.

[Burnadell]

Just now seeing this and have read through the posts. I know many of you are hurting right now and I am praying for you, as well as Matt and his family.

I never met Matt as I have never been to a Bownanza but I have been here at the campfire for many years and have read a lot of posts over the years involving you guys and your escapades.

Take comfort knowing the positive impact he had on you, but also, the impact you had on him. We are only here for a little while, don't miss the chance to tell those close to you what they mean to you.

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That's a good point. I would bet Matt would be posting some good memories of his buddies if he was here mourning losing any one of you guys! Good friends make powerful bonds and memories.

[Quackerbox]

You dudes who are really struggling with this, know that you are not alone. I’ve been essentially worthless all week. My friend group that Matt endeared himself to so quickly, is a bunch of otherwise hardasses, and they’re a **** show too. I call it a testament to the man our brother was.

The first time I met Matt was at an early Bownanza. We had bantered back and forth on here, and argued about some stuff (probably music, bows, or something goofy), because Matt liked to argue about as much as I do. I was at the nanza having stayed up all night, just choked down a daylight tequila shot at Legdog’s insistence (as was custom when the pit was lit), and was nursing a D-Wayne Bloody Mary. I see a crew unload from a truck and come dragging a cooler in, looking collectively like death eatin a dry cracker. I recognized a couple guys but had no idea who was what. I noticed as they came across the parking lot that all were chugging gatorade and water...except one. That one had a baby blue in his hand, made eye contact with me, and immediately split off from the group toward me. He walked right up and said “you’re Moser, I’m Matt Patek, and we need to drink some beer!” And stuck out his paw. The handshake was not so much as over and another Lone Star Light appeared in his hand, which he opened and handed to me. It was all I could do to get the first drink down...40 minutes later we were 3 more beers in each, and I felt like I was talking to an old friend. It was surreal. We had a bunch more after that.

It wasn’t until probably 6 years later until we wound up on a common group text because of Jason Smart, months later we were at my deer lease skinning Abryn’s 1st doe, they moved to N. Texas, and it was over. We were at deer camp, we were downtown partying with the wives, we were at Rockport, and Crystal Beach with the families...All my friends were his friends, our dads were fishing buddies, my mom begged me to make them come to thanksgiving.

Almost nightly Rangers/Stros texts, what the kids are doing texts, we are so lucky to have awesome wives...texts, and endless youtube music texts. I still half expect one to roll in around 6:05 every night.

I can find no good in any of this, but it’s warmed my heart to read stories from so many on here that are so similar. How often does a man have to make a new friend, how does a man meet so many people who are so positively impacted by having met him, how many parties can a guy be the life of....and how many people can a man invite fishing...only a life cut short could stop him.

That is just who Matt was. He never had to fake it.

Having to tell my son, who absolutely adored Matt, about this, was easily the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. The sheer shock and pure sadness in his face as he broke down, only confirmed what we all know. All I could tell him was to appreciate the time we had, and pray for “the girls”. I’m still at a loss for what to tell him further, but he sees it in my face all week, and he knows..

My heart breaks for “my” girls, I’m miserable for what Steph will have to endure, I’m furious for what we will all miss out on, and I am at an absolute loss for what to say to our brother Weeaks...who has lost a huge part of his world! But mostly...I just miss my brother.

I catch myself expecting a text, or thinking about the trips we had planned for the kids, and it breaks my heart every time I remember..

I’ll always miss you Matteo. I will try to love your family like you did. I will try to be the friend that you were. I will fail at both, but I will try. I’ll see you when the time comes...and I will look forward to it until then.

I love you brother, we will do our best.


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***** man. That's powerful. Never met him or you but all I got is dam.

Sure makes you wonder why we loose the good ones so early


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[bboswell]

You dudes who are really struggling with this, know that you are not alone. I’ve been essentially worthless all week. My friend group that Matt endeared himself to so quickly, is a bunch of otherwise hardasses, and they’re a **** show too. I call it a testament to the man our brother was.

The first time I met Matt was at an early Bownanza. We had bantered back and forth on here, and argued about some stuff (probably music, bows, or something goofy), because Matt liked to argue about as much as I do. I was at the nanza having stayed up all night, just choked down a daylight tequila shot at Legdog’s insistence (as was custom when the pit was lit), and was nursing a D-Wayne Bloody Mary. I see a crew unload from a truck and come dragging a cooler in, looking collectively like death eatin a dry cracker. I recognized a couple guys but had no idea who was what. I noticed as they came across the parking lot that all were chugging gatorade and water...except one. That one had a baby blue in his hand, made eye contact with me, and immediately split off from the group toward me. He walked right up and said “you’re Moser, I’m Matt Patek, and we need to drink some beer!” And stuck out his paw. The handshake was not so much as over and another Lone Star Light appeared in his hand, which he opened and handed to me. It was all I could do to get the first drink down...40 minutes later we were 3 more beers in each, and I felt like I was talking to an old friend. It was surreal. We had a bunch more after that.

It wasn’t until probably 6 years later until we wound up on a common group text because of Jason Smart, months later we were at my deer lease skinning Abryn’s 1st doe, they moved to N. Texas, and it was over. We were at deer camp, we were downtown partying with the wives, we were at Rockport, and Crystal Beach with the families...All my friends were his friends, our dads were fishing buddies, my mom begged me to make them come to thanksgiving.

Almost nightly Rangers/Stros texts, what the kids are doing texts, we are so lucky to have awesome wives...texts, and endless youtube music texts. I still half expect one to roll in around 6:05 every night.

I can find no good in any of this, but it’s warmed my heart to read stories from so many on here that are so similar. How often does a man have to make a new friend, how does a man meet so many people who are so positively impacted by having met him, how many parties can a guy be the life of....and how many people can a man invite fishing...only a life cut short could stop him.

That is just who Matt was. He never had to fake it.

Having to tell my son, who absolutely adored Matt, about this, was easily the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. The sheer shock and pure sadness in his face as he broke down, only confirmed what we all know. All I could tell him was to appreciate the time we had, and pray for “the girls”. I’m still at a loss for what to tell him further, but he sees it in my face all week, and he knows..

My heart breaks for “my” girls, I’m miserable for what Steph will have to endure, I’m furious for what we will all miss out on, and I am at an absolute loss for what to say to our brother Weeaks...who has lost a huge part of his world! But mostly...I just miss my brother.

I catch myself expecting a text, or thinking about the trips we had planned for the kids, and it breaks my heart every time I remember..

I’ll always miss you Matteo. I will try to love your family like you did. I will try to be the friend that you were. I will fail at both, but I will try. I’ll see you when the time comes...and I will look forward to it until then.

I love you brother, we will do our best.


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Dale, your usually a man of few words but when you really open up like this it’s powerful and I feel for you Bud.

I continue to ache for his girls and wife, they shouldn’t have to deal with this

[twdjr]

Sorry to hear this tragic news. Prayers for the family and friends.

[Artos]

Dale, your usually a man of few words but when you really open up like this it’s powerful and I feel for you Bud.

I continue to ache for his girls and wife, they shouldn’t have to deal with this

It's painful enough being a passing acquaintance with fond memories & looking on the outside in...I feel for my friends here who were close to Matt & kinda ashamed to acknowledge I feel sorta bad to say I feel somewhat fortunate not be in the same current position in knowing the same intimate closeness for the girls / family like they are. I cannot really imagine what everyone is going through as I've never lost a really close friend / family in such an unexpected tragedy.

TBH is an amazing place even in sorrow.

Prayers...

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[CassCounty]

I continue to pray for all involved. I can tell He was one of the great ones by all the posts.