The PRO family lost a great man last week. Paul Roos passed away from cancer. It hit him hard and fast and left a lot of us feeling deprived of proper goodbyes because of Covid.
I first met Paul and Kay in 1993. They were host parents to Carroll College Basketball players and several of us had taken an interest in fly fishing. Paul and Kay loved to see younger men and women getting more involved in the sport. Our relationship started with questions about flies and fly rods and evolved into much more. Paul helped me learn how to row the Blackfoot; I thought I could row just fine, I quickly learned from Paul that I couldn't. He worked with me on my double haul in various parks around Helena, while also helping many young guides learn a lot about casting and how a fly rod actually works. I was hired to run a gear boat for PRO Outfitters as I was finishing up at Carroll and the adventure began.
I spent many nights over the next 10 plus years sleeping in the mud on the smith, soggy wall tents on the Blackfoot, rat infested cabins in Highwood, rowing boats, and following dogs with Paul through just about everything life can throw at you. I learned a lot about fishing and chasing birds, but we all learned a lot about life. Paul and Kay and their partners Renee and John Kowalski believed that it was our jobs as outfitters and guides to not just take from the resource but to give back.
Paul spent his life devoted to conservation and clean water and was never afraid to jump in and kick dirt around and look at things from all perspectives. His ability to listen is what made him such an effective advocate for conservation.
Paul could fish a Muddler minnow and swim it like nothing I have ever seen before or since. He also loved to fish a dead chicken, I never witnessed that to any success but it always made me smile when he pulled it out. I watched him fish an unweighted San Juan worm with no indicator for 2 days on totally blown out Smith river, I said to him “Paul if you are going to catch any fish we need to put on some weight and an indicator,” he said to me “Brandon, I don’t need to catch a fish that bad”. I had many special days with Paul following his Brittanys and my setters all over Central Montana. Paul to this day had the best big running Brittanys I have ever hunted behind.
Lots of laughs and tears over the years, but at the end of the day what I respect the most about Paul's legacy, which greatly includes Kay, is the culture they built around PRO Outfitters. You don’t need to look any further than what their children and gear boaters and guides and employees have gone on to accomplish in life. The PRO family is large with doctors, engineers, architects, lawyers, money managers, teachers, construction magnates, real estate moguls, stream restoration specialists, wildlife biologists, and the list goes on and on.
Hopefully someday soon as the world finds its way back to normalcy, we can gather and tip a beer and remember his infectious laugh and smile, and all tell our favorite stories and remember Paul. I think he would like that.
Brandon Boedecker, one of many friends of Paul Roos.