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- Bunky Odom (Executive at Capricorn during the ABB era)


fishing/camping/hunting trip for a couple of weeks . He said ‘let’s just go out in the woods and live off the land- not bring anything along but hunting, fishing, camping gear’ . . . oh and maybe some Jack Daniels. So we drove down in his pickup truck, set up camp and commenced to commune with na- ture; caught some nice bass which we cooked over a campfire. …mmmm. After four or five days we were getting


kinda ripe and Butch decided he wanted to go ‘coon hunting one night. I reminded him that we were gonna eat anything we killed and he seemed to think I was kidding about eating raccoon. By the way, this was after maybe several Jack’s and Coke. So he staggers out of camp with his shotgun and Mike and I thought maybe we’d better follow him with flashlights. Low and behold, a couple of little rac-


“Rest In Peace Uncle Butch. If you only knew how much you changed us all. Sending all of our love to Vaylor, Melody, Seth, Elise, Melinda & all of the beautiful grandkids.”


- Duane Trucks (Butch’s nephew and Derek’s brother)


“Truly devastated this morning to hear of the passing of Butch Trucks. It 's a sad, sad day for the ABB family. Wishing all of our broth- ers and sisters peace and healing as we try to make sense of this terrible news. Love and light to all.


- Scott Boyer (Cowboy. The Decoys, Solo artist)


had already crawled into his tent and was asleep.


“ Still in shock over losing Butch. Here’s little story about him: It was maybe, 1974. We came off the


road after a couple of months steady; to de- compress. Butch asked me and Mike Artz to go down to Wachula, Florida for a


Next morning I got up early, started a


fire and threw ‘coon parts into the frying pan along with some Snipe we had shot earlier. Butch got up and commented on how good breakfast smelled, took some of pieces out of the frying pan and started chewing. He


coons ran up a tree and I could see their eyes reflecting the light. Bam! Butch shoots a rac- coon and starts back to camp. We picked up the ‘coon and Mike and I skinned it. Butch


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