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Bob Lee Horath

Bob Lee Horath, of Camp Verde, Arizona, passed away at home on September 2, 2014. He was born on June 24, 1938 in Oklahoma, the son of Oscar (Jack) and Alice Horath. He was raised and received his education in Enid.
 
He was a Veteran of the U.S. Navy and served for ten years before his Honorable Discharge. While in the service Bob was stationed in Goodyear, where he was united in marriage to Holly (Conaway) Horath in 1959.
 
Following his discharge his family moved to Phoenix in 1966 and began working for the Phoenix Police Department. Bob worked as a Patrolman for 4 years, a Detective for 2 years and later as a Bomb Technician for 24 years until his retirement in 1996. Following his retirement, they moved to Camp Verde, where Bob spent his time as a competitive shooter and teaching CCW Classes as well as general gun safety classes until 2010.
 
During his life he enjoyed shooting in firearm competitions, panning for gold in Yarnell and fishing. He also enjoyed riding motorcycle’s which he did until he was well into his sixty’s. He also enjoyed spending time at his home with Holly that was built by family and friends.
 
Bob was a member of the Sun Dog Shooters as well as a lifetime member of the Prescott Action Shooters. He took pride in bringing together shooters from Camp Verde.
 
He is preceded in death by his parents, and his son, Douglas Horath.
 
Survivors include, Holly, his best friend and wife of 55 years; his two children, Teresa and Stephen; his 8 grandchildren and 3 great grandchildren.
 
Donations may be made to Hospice Compassus in Bob’s memory.


 

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Tim Mannett PPD 1789 Ret. on Saturday, September 06, 2014 5:44 PM
Holly, My heart is in pain at hearing of Bob passing, my sincere condolences for your loss. As you know Bob was the quintessential part of the Phoenix Police Department Bomb Squad. The Squad photo hangs on my wall. He was affectionately call the "Indian" or "Ingin" by all of us. His favorite saying was this: "When all your time is spend polishing your armor when do you have time to slay the dragon". He was our "Dragon Slayer" a knight in shining armor that was always there to fight the battles of right and wrong. Your spirit will live on and we will meet up someday in a place far better than this. May God bless and keep you my friend until we meet again. Tim Mannett #1789 PPD (ret)
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Roger Stephenson on Monday, September 15, 2014 8:54 AM
Holly, what a shock to open my mail this morning and read about Bob's passing. I knew when I spoke to you the last time that something must be very wrong, as this is the first time I called that I was unable to speak to Bob. What a loving "best friend and wife" you have been to one of my best friends during my junior high and high school years in Enid. I know he passed under the best care in the world with you continuing to keep him at home. I will always cherish the fun times we had and remember him in my heart. May the Good Lord keep and Bless you, Stephen, and Teresa. I remember us as part of the "Four Aces" during our days in school, Bob, me, Vance and Doug Moulton, and Bob Worth. We had some good times. I remember when he returned from "boot camp" and walked up to Miss Eva Young's class and said "Come on Dude". Of course that was my last day of high school, as I did "Come on" and when he left to report to his duty station, I enlisted. Seems like only yesterday. I regret that I never had the pleasure of meeting you in person, Bob was very fortunate to have found a woman as good as you. I know he loved you as much as you loved him. Take care. I will be thinking about you. Roger.
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