 One of the things I’ll cherish the most about Melvin was going over to Melvin‘s house sitting in the living room and just sitting there talking it seemed as if time stood still and nothing else in the world was going on. I truly miss those times.

 When I first met Melvin, he had me helping him take care of the neighbor Cleo Broxtons  Barbado sheep.  Sometime after the sheep had been sold, he told me this story. Melvin told me one time he was over there feeding Cleo’s sheep and he told her that he noticed she had some dead sheep under her shed.  He said they probably been there a few days.  He said Cleo told him to go get them  out of there.  Melvin being the man he was, he went and did it. He said the shed was only about three or 4 feet tall due to all the sheep crap in there. He had to crawl in there on his knees and drag them out.  He just laughed about it when telling me, but I know when he did it he was not laughing.  Melvin said after that he quit looking for dead sheep!

Marion, Misty, Hunter and Colton, 
I am very sorry for your loss.  I am so glad to have gotten to know your family.   I treasure the times of fishing and hunting with you all.   I have a lifetime of stories that Melvin would share whether we were on the Llano river fishing or in New Mexico or  Rock Springs hunting.  I feel so very blessed to have been able to spend so much time with him. We would go to the river and fish most of the night.  Blackburn the game warden at the time, would come by on his way home from work and see how we were making out.  Melvin would tell him to grab a pole that was already baited out and  in the water.   One night  after he left, I  asked Melvin what we would have done if  he had reeled in that line?  He would just hee haw and say I would have told him he must have swallowed your bait.  We had lots of good times together, and I never got tired of hearing the stories he would tell.  One of the nights we were down at the river fishing after a rise and were walking back to the truck Melvin stumbled on a piece of drift wood and  fell down, I asked him if he was alright and he said I don't think so my boot is pointing one way and I am going the other way, and sure enough he had broken his ankle.  He never let that stop him from doing the things he loved to do because as soon as he could get around we were right back down there at the river fishing again.  We had a lot of fun times together that I will always remember and treasure.  He was truly one of a kind.


Marion and Misty, 
I am so sorry for your loss, Melvin was a very kind and generous man.  My fondest memories are of  going to deer lease in Rock Springs with all of you.   We would just set and drink coffee and listen to all of his stories of hunting.  About when they didn't take  RVs and they stayed in a sleeping bag on the ground.   He said they would walk the pastures and hunt they didn't have feeders or blinds and when they got a deer they had to pack it out because there were no 4-wheelers or rangers.   He truly loved his family and got more joy when one of you or the grandkids got a deer than when he did.  We will all miss him but are so glad that he can live on in our hearts and our memories.  May God bless you and give you peace through this very difficult time.   Love you all, Sue Jordan




Let me tell you what a kind gentle soul Uncle Melvin truly was..  Daddy died in September of 1999 he was only 63. It was a shock to us all. At his funeral Uncle Melvin came up to the casket as I was standing there, he put his hands on daddy’s hands..with a tear in his eyes he said 
“I should have gone first”, “ I should have gone first” . 

 My uncle one of the best story tellers , mostly the hunting ones. I could spend hours listening to all his hunting stories about him and the hunters he to take care of over the years working on the Lape Ranch. 
 One particular still makes me laugh to this day. There were 3 or 4 guy's that came down from the Dallas area for several years. Well there was one that always wanted to be put in the stand last and then when he got Melvin alone asked him to shoot a doe for him but had to be shot in the head! Of course Melvin agreered , cause like taking deer.  All this went on for years. Well that particular Hunter got killed in a motorcycle wreck but the others still came hunting. They were all talking about the hunter that had passed away , they were saying  that man sure could shoot!  He would always shoot one in the head every year, Melvin kept listening to all this. Melvin finally said I can tell you  guys now cause he passed away he gave me a tip to do that for him. On the guys said that SOB was betting us that he could do that every year! 
    
   Back in the 80's in Rocksprings we heard a shot back in the direction Melvin went walking. He finally came never said a word. Everyone asked did you shoot , he said nothing . We finally started eating and said that he saw the biggest buck he ever seen. He said " I was so shook up I just shot in the air to say I shot at him" ! 

    So many hunting stories , I believe he could have wrote a book . Going to miss that.
    
   


20 odd years ago I started hunting mule deer with Melvin. That first year I had already shot a deer and myself and Bill Blackburn took it upon ourselves to help Melvin get his deer. We found many deer but Melvin found something wrong with each one.  I asked Melvin what was going on. His reply was "you boys don't understand, I like to hunt, when you pull the trigger your hunting is over, I'll shoot something the last day".  The older I get the more I think like Melvin. That is a great thing.  Rest in peace my friend.

Dear Marion
 So very sorry to hear of your Dad's passing.  Maxine lives in Austin and called me. She had read it in the Austin paper.
Just want you to know how much I admired your Dad and you. You both did a splendid job running
cattle on Arlene's mom's place.
I know Melvin was having some health problems like most of us older folks. Just hope his last days
were not too bad.
Glad to hear your three kids are all well.
I guess you know we sold Mama B's ranch to our neighbor.Noted Arturo is a pallbearer. I know Melvin
was very fond of him.
I left my phone number and hope to hear from you. I've not been up that way in quite a while.   Knox

 Melvin and I had many  hunts over the years. Jack rabbits in oat patches at night, calling foxes, many years at Rocksprings, where we had to carry the bucks out on our backs... could never put it down as we could not lift it a second time, getting lost in the fog, his 21 point buck, my 14 point, my first mule deer in Colorado, the fastest buck in the State of Texas. This spike stayed in a cedar thicket just behind Melvin's dad and my uncle, Andy Webb's house.. but he is a whole other story. They had jumped him up twice before and shot a bunch of shots but he was too fast. Melton, Melvin's younger brother said that he outran the bullets.

On this morning, Andy was to run the thicket on horseback and Melvin and i were to drop off the army to surround the 20 acre thicket. We put out the Army ( 8 men and women as I remember) We parked the truck and started to get in position. We were barley out of the truck when we heard a 3 shot volley.

Out of the thicket blasts the buck jumping 3' cedar stumps and deafening us as he broke the sound barrier. I was using Melvin's model 94... .30/30 ( that means .30 caliber and 30 grains equivalent of black powder).

I shouldered the rifle, figured the speed and led the buck 62.7 yards and pulled the trigger. He was slammed to the ground and never kicked.

I looked to Melvin to get my congratulations only to see smoke coming out of his Remington model 740 ..(pump action.. .30/06) (.30 caliber invented in 1906).

I didn't hear him shoot and he didn't hear me shoot.

The buck was hit square in the center of the shoulder and square on the hip bone.

I told him he did not lead the buck enough. We never agreed on this point.

I will miss my hero as will many more.

Peace and Grace to the rest of the family and all who loved him.

 My 1st cousin, Melvin Webb of Burnet County passed away day before yesterday. He was 84 and had lived a great life. He was a giant of a man in many ways. I have never heard anyone say ill of him.

He loved to laugh and was a great man and a great story teller.

He and his friend, Duffes Vogel, guided me on my first successful deer hunt. I was around 14. I was watching an oat patch on the old Howk Ranch. It consisted of 160 acres between two huge ranches,The Goodrich and the Company, in Burnet County. There were 30 - 40 bucks taken off of this small ranch each year as they fed and brought in lots of deer (or at least within shooting distance of it) from the surrounding acreage.

Melvin came to me and said that Duffes was watching a buck and I had better come and shoot it. By the time we had walked/sneaked the half mile to where the buck was grazing, my heart was pounding so hard that I thought the deer could hear it and I was shaking like a leaf in a tornado.

I was carrying my dad's model 99 Savage in .250 caliber. It was the first caliber to ever shoot a bullet 3000 FPS. (I still have it)

The buck was a trophy. He was 2 years old and sported a small 6 point rack. It was a very long shot. ( about fifty yards) I was instructed to sit down and use a fence post as a rest. Melvin said later that I was shaking so hard that I loosened the staples on the adjacent post for 30 feet on each side of me.

I aimed for a long time to make the perfect shot... BAM!!!... missed ...shot over him by a foot or more.....I worked the lever faster than Lucas McCain ever did ..the buck ran..big mistake as he ran right into my bullet of my second shot.

If I was using a fence post as a rest, of course the buck was across the fence. (Remember I was instructed)

They jumped across the fence and had the buck back in our pasture before the echo of the shot was finished. (looked as they had some previous experience at this)

They congratulated me, oooded and awwed over my first buck.


As I look through the pictures I see a strong and loving family, standing by each other in good and bad times.  All the years your family took care of Wilma, and now in his later days Marion and Misti and family took care of Melvin at home until his passing.  What a comfort it must have been for Melvin to have all of you around him.  And I can imagine quite trying at times for all of you.  ButI know it was done with all the love in your hearts for him and for his comfort.  Melvin was such a joy to be around, and as someone else said that laugh that was so contagious.  I always wondered if he was really hard of hearing or if he just was enjoying pestering Wilma by acting like he couldn't hear her, lol.  

Love and condolences to all of you as you go through this time of transition,

Robin Z.  

Melvin was one of a kind. He has been coming to our ranch for many  years, deer hunting. I feel like we developed a special relationship over the years. I absolutely loved getting to hear his stories and looked forward to seeing him every year!  He had such a contagious laugh and loved to share hunting stories. I will always remember how hard he would laugh at some of those old stories! God bless the Webb family!

I’m sorry to hear about his passing but I’m sure the good lord will have a spot picked out for him on a river full  of yellow cats
Thoughts and prayers are with you 

He was such a wonderful man and such a joy to be around. I had the pleasure of sharing ‘deer camp’ with Melvin for some years and it was never the same once he stopped going. Watching him laugh as he gave others a hard time for missing or for not seeing anything, knowing he was just stirring them up for a good laugh. He meant nothing by it but enjoyed the laughs and humor in it all. He’s a good man and he taught his family to be good people as well. Our thoughts and prayers are with the entire family. 

Marion and family, I am so sorry for the loss of your father. I know Melvin felt the love and compassion from you, Marion and Misty and the grand children. He would talk about you all in "deer camp" and the joy and delight you all brought to this great man. 
He was full of life and he lived a rich and blessed life. I was honored to meet him and listen to the awesome stories and adventures he lived and loved to tell and share.
Marion, you and your father had a special relationship, he might have been ornery on occasions but there was a depth and a love between you and him that was a strong bond. He would talk to me often in 'deer camp' about the great family he had and the joy and pleasure all of you brought into his life.
Thank you, for sharing him with me. I loved talking to him and calling him to visit and stir him up a little. His stories and his accomplishments are a wonderful testament to Melvin and who he was.
Marion and family you are in my prayers and thoughts, I wish I could be there with you. I would give you a hug, huntin' buddy in New Mexico, David Hooten. 

Such a wonderful man who meant so much to my grandmother (Elna Cook Mccall) and the rest of us. Sooo many memories of him and our visits together.  Had some of the best and most gentle bulls ever bred. Prayers for his son and family. 

We are so sorry to hear about Melvin’s passing.  He and Milton were my mother’s favorite cousins.  I bet they’re having a wonderful reunion in Heaven! We are sending our love and prayers.  

Melvin gave the best bear hugs,  straight from his heart! See you on the other side dear friend!❤️❤️❤️❤️

OBITUARIO

Melvin Webb

14 junio, 1934 – 3 octubre, 2018

Clements-Wilcox Funeral Home

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