Robert Pohlman

Robert R. Pohlman, known affectionately to friends and family as Bob, embarked on his final adventure on December 21, 2023, at the age of 74. A native son of Buffalo, NY, born on July 15, 1949, Bob spent his last moments surrounded by the warm and loving community of Belton, TX.

Bob was a man who lived life with the gusto of a grand finale at fireworks show. He served his country with the kind of pride that would make Uncle Sam shed a tear of joy. After his time in the Army, Bob didn't hang up his hat; he swapped it for a wide-brimmed one and became a Hunting and Fishing Guide. He wasn't just a guide; he was the Gandalf of the Great Outdoors, leading folks through the mystical lands of woods and waters with a twinkle in his eye and a story on his lips. His tales were the stuff of legends, and he delivered each one with the timing of a seasoned comedian. Bob could spin a yarn about his escapades that would have you laughing until you cried, then crying until you laughed again. He had a way of making every fish seem bigger, every hunt more epic, and every boat ride feel like a voyage across the seven seas. Bob's love for life was only matched by his love for his family. He leaves behind a band of merry kin, including his sisters Diane Valone and Kathleen Pohlman. His nephews Don Walter, Dennis Valone, Steve Hurd, and James Hurd, alongside his niece Denise Walter, will now carry the torch of his legendary storytelling.

Bob was greeted on the other side by his beloved wife Pat Pohlman, his daughter Dawn Pohlman Meier, his son Robert C. Pohlman, and his sister-in-law Teresa Campbell. Describing Bob in a few words is like trying to catch a fish with your bare hands—slippery but thrilling. Loving, courageous, adventurous: these words paint the picture of a man who embraced life with bear hugs and tackled challenges like a linebacker with a heart of gold. Bob was the kind of guy who'd encourage you to climb a mountain just to enjoy the view, then convince you to parachute down. Bob's life was a tapestry woven with threads of laughter, bravery, and a zest for the wild. He was a beacon of joy and inspiration, a true connoisseur of the art of living. As we bid farewell to this extraordinary man, let's not forget that every fish in the lakes he loved just sighed in relief, and every deer in the woods raised a respectful antler in his honor.

We'll remember Bob not with a moment of silence, but with a round of applause and a standing ovation. His spirit, much like his stories, will never grow old. It will continue to dance in the campfires, ripple across the lakes, and echo in the laughter of those who were lucky enough to know him. So, here is to Bob—a man who lived, loved, and left us with the kind of memories that make life feel like one grand, glorious adventure. Keep your fishing lines tight and your powder dry, good sir, until we meet again.