November 9, 1955 - September 15, 2014
Robert (Bob) Brian Moore, age 58 of Minneapolis. Preceded in death by his mother, Gerry; twin brother, Rick; Phred, Mindy and Heidi. He will be deeply missed by his wife of 22 years, Margaret (Meg) Moore, and Hank along with his father, William; brothers, Michael (Barbara), Steve (Kelli); sisters, Ann (Vanyo) Moody, Sandy (Rick) Jestus, Susan (Wayne) Bradford; brother-in-law, Bill Davies (Irene Bazewice); nephews, Grant, Ross, John, Erik and Richard; nieces, Sarah, Jessika, Allison, Cori and Madelyn; along with his many friends, cousins and former customers.
He graduated from Washburn High School in 1974 an from there he joined the marines and was stationed in Guam. He became a welder and then eventually went to AIB Institute for baking in Manhattan, Kansas where he learned to maintain baking equipment, which took him to Texas, St. Cloud and back to Minneapolis. Later he worked at the Star Tribune Newspaper as a carrier and became a depot zone manager where he helped train carriers.
Bob was an avid catch and release fisherman who loved fishing all the metro city lakes. He was willing to show anyone how to fish, whether it was open water or ice fishing. As the owner of the successful Moore's Bait and Tackle shop in South Minneapolis for 5 years, customers loved coming in for live bait, showing him what they caught, or just to come in and shoot the breeze and have a cup of coffee. He would greet his loyal customers with "How are we doing today" and not only formed friendships with some of them, he would also introduce people who were only familiar with each other on the local fishing websites, who would in turn become friends.
His health started failing him in September 2010. In November 2011 he received a double lung transplant and after a remarkable recovery, was able to do 26 mile bike rides. The following years he supported the Kidney Foundation with walks, and then it was back to his favorite sport -- fishing. Whether it was musky fishing at Nokomis in the fall, crappie fishing at Lake Crystal, night fishing with the gang for catfish, or just sitting back with his reel and rod and his Alumacraft at any metro lake, it was a great day for him. He was the kinda guy who was willing to fight and beat his illnesses until he succumbed to esophagus cancer, and even though he knew it was going to be an uphill battle, he was fighting all the way.
In lieu of flower memorials preferred to Woodlake Nature Center in Richfield, Minnesota.