Bob Spangler

On April 20, 2025 (yes, 4/20—because now 4/20 is “smoke a joint for Bob” day, just how he would want it), Bob lit his final joint, and drove off into the great beyond with 80s rock cranked and not a single bug splatter on his windshield. If you think it’s a coincidence that he checked out on 4/20… you didn’t know Bob.

Born October 24, 1960, to Earl and Joanne Spangler, Bob was the middle child—sandwiched between two big brothers and two little sisters. He grew up in the Silver Valley and naturally became one of the best hard rock miners of his time. He graduated from Wallace High School in 1978. Bob and his baby sister Brenda shared a bond like no other—one filled with endless teasing, laughter, and a love that ran deep. From day one, he was her protector, her partner in mischief, and the one who could always make her laugh, no matter what. Whether it was a playful prank or a heart-to-heart, Bob’s connection with Brenda was one of the most special of his life—a sibling relationship that was as fierce as it was fun.

Bob was married to the love of his life, Rena, in 1996, and they blended families together to create a home full of love, laughter, and just enough chaos to keep things interesting. Their dream home on Saddle Mountain, Montana City, was more than just a house—it was paradise carved into the hillside, right below a meadow where elk roamed. It became the heartbeat of their family, where they hosted countless gatherings, filled with belly laughs, amazing food, and the best damn Christmases you could imagine. Those holidays were made of magic, handcrafted by Bob and Rena with equal parts joy, mischief, and way too many presents. After Bob finally accepted that his shoulders could no longer mine, he bought and operated a dump truck and worked excavating.

Bob's friendships were as legendary as his laughter. Countless nights were spent closing down Jackson Creek Saloon, Papa Ray's, and other local favorites with Rena by his side, surrounded by their loyal tribe of friends. His kids' friends became his own, and their partners were welcomed into the family with open arms. Many will cherish memories of Bob's generosity, humor, and unwavering support. He had a gift for collecting people, and his sharp wit, quick jokes, and playful tricks inspired endless laughter and camaraderie. Those friendships, forged over drinks, laughter, and good times, will forever be a testament to Bob's impact on the lives he touched. Bob had many special

Bonds throughout many chapters of his life. Jimmy Williams, Vince Peterson, Bill Gruber, Kim and Marty Bradshaw, John WeinKauf, Kyle Gloyn, Paul (Junior) Lindstrom, Dave Abbott, among many, many more.

Bob's greatest joy was his family, and his love for his kids and granddaughters knew no bounds. With his granddaughters, he was in his element, embracing his inner child and showering them with affection, pranks, and playful teasing. He delighted in being "Pappy" spoiling them rotten, and creating memories that will last a lifetime. From silly games and adventures to whispered secrets and giggles, Bob's bond with his granddaughters was pure magic. His playful spirit and infectious laughter will be deeply missed, but his legacy of love, laughter, and adventure will live on through the countless memories he created with his beloved family.

Bob is survived by his loving and patient wife, Rena; her sons John (Pokey) Campbell and Matthew Campbell and his wife Mariah, who Bob loved as his own; his daughters Brandy (Punk’n), her partner Nick and Trisha (Squirmin Herman) her loving husband Nate; his mother, Joanne, who gave him his big heart and stubborn streak; and his beloved sister Brenda, along with siblings Brian, Brad, and Barbara. He leaves behind his grandkids, Haley Marie (Turd with Two Eyes), Heidi Mae (Smiley), Madison Lynn (Squirrel Girl), Baby Nora Louise, and Lola Moon, and many other family members and friends who will forever carry on his memory.

In addition to his dad, Earl Spangler, Bob is now reunited with his son Dustin “Dub” Campbell and his newborn granddaughter SadieLee.

In lieu of flowers, light a joint, clean your kid’s car (we always loved when he did that), blast some Bad Company, prank your spouse lovingly, and play with your grandkids. When you see a bald eagle, a bull elk, or build an amazing bonfire, think of Bob—and know he is up there at peace.

Bob was crystal clear: no fuss, no muss. He told Rena Marie to keep things low-key, skip the services, and get him cremated. So, we're keeping his wishes front and center. Fly high, Bob, Dad, Pappy, Spanky 🦅 – we'll miss you.