Jon Peterson was generous, curious, kind and shook hands without judgements. He took in strays, always had an extra plate at the table and insisted that those around him were content if not happy. It was hard not to smile being around Jon.
He was a man’s man: accomplished upland bird hunter, professional marksman, Alaskan bush pilot, fisherman, a man of the land and a survivor. The tall Swede with the infectious belly laugh and, later in life, a braided moustache was also a gardener and a writer, a husband and a friend.
Many of his friends said that they are better people for knowing Jon. And, we all pale in comparison to his conviction and ethic and attitude.