Robert J. “Bob” Kuehl passed away September 9th, 2020 at the age of 61.He was born May 17th, 1959 in Mountain Home, Idaho to Robert E. Kuehl and Nella R. Lemmon Kuehl.
He was a master carpenter and built many homes in the area. He was known in the trade as a perfectionist. If you are lucky enough to live in a home that Bob framed, you know it is built square and tight.
He was a gifted Bass player in the local music scene and loved to play what he called the only 3 kinds of music – country, western and bluegrass with his family and friends. He played with Ton of Country, Black Powder Band and The Lemmon Family Band. Bob was the walking definition of “Pure Quill”.
He loved to fly fish the beautiful waters of Idaho and was an amazing true wood BBQ chef. Bob was a man of high honor and integrity. His generous spirit enriched the lives of his friends and family, and his influence will forever remain in the lives of all who knew him.
His beautiful life will be cherished in the hearts of his wife, Kathy K. Kuehl of Boise, his daughter Valerie K. Kuehl of Boise, his granddaughter Kaelie E. Kuehl of Boise, his sister Beth Riddlemoser of Boise, his brother Bill Kuehl of Boise, his nieces and nephew and a host of devoted friends and family.
His favorite place on Earth was Smith Creek at Prairie, Idaho and his ashes will be scattered there with his Mom and Dad by the family. If you are up in that area in the future, drop a line in the water and drink a cold beer with Bob.
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Patrick Pline says
December 16, 2021 at 8:39 amBob and I were good friends in High School at Capital HS in Boise Idaho. He played on our Intramural Basketball Team “EMS” our Junior year. Both of us were also in the High School Band. Bob actually had a full beard before most of us were even shaving. I never saw or talked to Bob after we both graduated. He was a great guy and I’m sorry we never had a chance to reconnect. I frequent the South Fork of the Boise River, so sometime I will have to go up the grade to Prairie, head to Smith Creek, fish, and have a cold beer with him. RIP my old friend.
-Patrick Pline