Hello Kodiak, 

If you are reading this it means I finally kicked the bucket. 

First of all to those people that don’t like me! You can all go kiss my a$#! You are all a bunch of f#%*$@% losers! 

From when I first flew into Kodiak on a beautiful June morning in the early ‘70s with nothing but a sea bag, I caught a ride into town in the back of a pick up. As we came around the corner at Gibson Cove (Deadman’s Curve) I knew this is where I had to be. 

Over the next four+ decades I was fortunate enough to have had so many great times and memories. A few bad. I had a good run, and a lot of fun. 

So to my close friends, all the fishermen I was lucky enough to have worked with, worked for, and next to over the years. To most of the skippers and crew that worked for me. To the people in the canneries who I worked for and who helped me through the years. To all the waitresses in the places I ate at for putting up with my a$#. To all the Kodiak businesses that I dealt with over the years. Thank you all of Kodiak for giving me such a wonderful life and good times. 

And finally to my wife, Nancy, and daughter, Kelly, for moving to Kodiak many years ago and letting it be part of your lives. Kelly, getting to help raise you and watching you grow up was truly the greatest joy of my life! Thank you both for putting up with all the crap I managed to bring into our lives. 

So, Kodiak, thank you all again and farewell. 

See you all on the other side, 

Byron Pierce 

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Definitely Byron without a doubt. A man of great passion, who worked incredibly hard, and had a big heart. Occasionally "grumpy" when he felt his toes were unjustly stepped on.. then look out! A great fellow, none the less for the salty langue when disturbed.

From the day he arrived in town he'd go out of his way to help if he could.

40-45 years ago, or so, he lived next to us in Dad Springhill's shack on Mission Rd. We were trying to rebuild the "old Pentecostal Church" into a home. We seldom had spare $ to take our sons to the states to see their grand parents and kin. Byron filled the role of "uncle" and would bring our boys presents when he came back from fishing or trips to "the yard" or visiting his Pop in Oregon.

One time in the mid 80-s on the way to Bristol bay to tender; he hauled all of the equipment and gear to set up an ADF&G salmon research station at Pt Moller. When asked about compensation: "a couple of cases of beer for the crew" .

Over coffee after returning from the Oregon coast he waxed ecstatic about a "really sweet gal he met" ... "want to bring her to Kodiak"... "settle down and have a real life". He loved his family to the end.

We'll miss Uncle Byron a lot. He was a good friend.

Pat, Patty,Adam, & Aaron Holmes


Byron was a childhood friend. We grew up in NE Portland several decades ago. I will spare you the stories from our childhood although there are plenty to choose from. Byron might have been a little rough around the edges but he had a good heart, he was caring, and he was generous. He always insisted in picking up the tab. I'm glad we had a chance to connect in later years. He will be missed.

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