Douglas Vincent

Doug grew up living with his mom and twin sisters in Rat City, WA, with his dad in Spokane, and with his grandmother in Kent. He graduated from Kent Meridian High School.

Doug married his high school sweetheart and they bought a house in Mossyrock. He enjoyed hunting, fishing, and drinking (not necessarily in that order). He worked as a logger for most of his life, moving his family from Mossyrock to SE Alaska in the 80s. Doug thoroughly enjoyed the seclusion and abundance of wildlife and fishing in Alaska. He worked hard and faithfully until his body was physically ruined.

Doug went to college to re-train as an electrician and graduated top of his class. When he realized he couldn’t make a decent living as an electrician’s apprentice, he ran his own charter fishing boat in Klawock, AK and did what he loved every day before moving back to Mossyrock. He then fought the government to prove that he was truly disabled, and cultivated his gardening skills, growing gorgeous produce for his friends and family.

He started having worse mobility issues after a botched double-knee replacement. It made him crabbier than ever and won himself the name “Grumpy Grandpa”. He enjoyed making beer, wine, and pot butter. He liked to watch ancient aliens and big foot chronicles and was quite the storyteller about his life experiences (real or otherwise).

Doug had an odd sense of humor and was amazingly smart! He was mechanically, technically, and scientifically inclined. He was a ham radio operator, built everything from apple presses to wood chippers and automatic greenhouse window openers from scratch. Doug could rebuild a car engine and fix your toaster. He could ace his son-in-law’s electrical HVAC test just off the top of his head and add the right soil amendments to produce the highest yield of peppers.

Doug precedes his wife of almost 50 years, Brenda, daughter Jennifer, son Scott, granddaughter Laney, sister Peggy, and his beloved friend and companion, Tug.

Doug asked that his ashes be put in his garden (because it’s good for the soil) and a traditional Irish wake. Unfortunately, due to the pandemic, and the fact that none of us can drink for three days straight, we won’t be gathering together. So please individually tip up your glass to celebrate the life of this extraordinary and unforgettable man.

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