Aaron Sorenson

I first met Aaron fall of 1986, he and I were both employed at Landstrom’s Black Hills Gold. Aaron held/guarded the door for the evening shift to enter the building. We exchanged a few “howdy’s” over the weeks and months I first worked there, one day we nearly ran into each other’s boats at Sheridan Lake. (Literally). I said “hey your the guy that holds the door at work”. “Yep” was all he said. Next time I saw him at work he wanted to know if I wanted to go fishing. Over 30 years we fished, bow hunted, drank beer, camped, sometimes argued about who was right about how to fish, etc. . He never failed to be a friend. Never. He is sorely missed. -Paul Vice, Smyrna, TN