Newcomer Family Obituaries - Rex Osborne Hoff 1937 - 2021 - Newcomer Cremations, Funerals & Receptions

In Loving Memory of

Rex Osborne Hoff

1937 - 2021

In Loving Memory of

Rex Osborne Hoff

1937 - 2021

Rex died at home on September 7th, 2021. He was born in Casper October 13, 1937, attended public schools in Casper, and spent most of his life in Wyoming. He served in the Army in Ft. Riley, Kansas during the Vietnam War. He is survived by his wife Helen Hoff whom he married on July 6, 1979.

Rex was a self-employed CPA. He climbed mountains. His name is in the online Devil's Tower register for three climbs; he was on top of Cloud Peak the day Neil Armstrong walked on the moon. He climbed Shiprock in New Mexico before climbing was banned. While particularly fond of Mount Moran in the Teton range he considered the Snowy Range west of Laramie, Wyoming his "playground."

He also sailed his Hobbi Cat and competed in regattas. He spent time with his wife in Utah, the Four Corners area and Wyoming looking for Indian rock art. He fished, hunted and after retirement created pastel drawings.

He is predeceased by his parents, his first wife Betty Hoff and his grandmother Ann Watts who raised him.

He is survived by cousins in California and Idaho and friends who will miss him.

No services are planned at this time he will be cremated and his ashes spread in a private ceremony. In lieu of flowers please donate to the Casper Senior Center.

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Just a nice guy with keen wit. Ann R

~ Ann Rochelle - September 12, 2021

~ Carolyn Christie

I recall many backpacking and climbing trips with Rex and each was a gem. Regardless of the circumstances Rex was always a breath of fresh air. He was always the camp philosopher with a tinge of humor. One of his most famous quotes concerned a trail lunch staple, "A pound of Cheese is a lot of cheese." RIP, Rex

~ Ray Jacquot - September 10, 2021

Helen, so hard to have your partner nd friend pass away, sorry for your loss. barb hinchen

~ barbara hinchen - September 9, 2021

Even as he was going downhill, he remained a wise-ass. I hope I can do the same when my turn comes. RIP, Rex.

~ Jean-Pierre Cavigelli - September 9, 2021

I met Rex in the early 80’s
CPA
Did our tax returns for Underwood Supply
Mountain climber, racketball player, golfer, fisherman
Diehard liberal but all politicians suck
Artist who did it the old way
Meet up for Mexican food lunches
After his heart attack, we walked the golf course
It wasn’t about the score, just the walk and talk
He quit the accounting business, saved us a lot of overpaid taxes
Gave me his liquor stash when he quit drinking anything hard, still have some of pints he carried in his backpack
Fifth of 25 year old scotch whiskey
Ice cream cones in Farson and sitting on a 2 x 6 rail that swayed inches above the dirt
On a trip to Utah, Rex wanted to buy the gas if I drove. It snowed all the way and we were in 4 Wheel drive. “Next time, I will buy the airline tickets.”
Went fishing in Yellowstone Park while Rex was an entrance ranger. He supposedly knew the places to go. First stop, a Buffalo came into the River with me while tourists took pictures. No fish. Second stop, we walked down a trail towards a cove and witnessed a couple having oral sex. The guy says “Good day for fishing.” No fish. Third stop, we walked a couple hundred yards from his trailer and caught fish! His government issue mobile home was loaded with mice. At breakfast, a mouse tripped a trap next to the stove and Rex picked it up and set it aside and went back to cooking without missing a step. My son Justin said “Rex, please make the bacon well done.”
Rex knew a place in the Powder River Basin to catch trout. It was on private land and he got permission for us to get on. The route he picked was washboard and dust. The last mile was on a steep downhill slope of broken slate rock and we were still a ½ mile from the stream. The trail he took me on was wicked and his knees gave out so he stopped for a rest while I continued down the path. I kept looking back to make sure he was still sitting upright. The brookies were so thick you could catch them on a bare hook but I was after a rainbow that I spotted. I encountered a rattlesnake and decided to make my back to Rex who was still in the spot I left him. I was huffing, puffing and wet with sweat when I reached him. I plopped down and he said “Well, I guess I’m ready to go fishing.” I convinced him to follow my lead up a different route that I had spotted from below. He was weak in the thin air so I took his pack to help him. We made it to the truck and I collapsed on the tailgate. His comment was “That wasn’t so bad.” I was ready to leave him there to rot until he mentioned he brought some bottles of beer. That cold beer just saved his life!
Rex had an idea of selling western shirts so we made a trip to the Denver Merchandise Mart where a few times a year wholesalers get together to show and sell their products to retail outlets. We were totally blind as to how that system works. One vendor took us under his arm and we came back after the show and he gave us a lesson. The one thing I took away from that encounter was understanding what the Roman numerals stood for in a high quality hat. Rex went home without any pearl button western shirts.
Rex wanted to sell hotdogs at the Sturgis Rally one year. We drove there a couple of months before to check things out and learned a few things. Mainly, the town wanted their money upfront and it wasn’t cheap. Rex assured the man that we would have accurate records and they would get their share upon collection of funds. We went home without a permit.
After Rex quit playing golf, we would meet for lunch once in awhile. Usually Mexican food but sometimes we would experiment. I regret not getting with him and Helen more often to get caught up on what he thought about current events. He never agreed to disagree and reasoning was not an option.
Me and some of Rex’s golf buddies will be doing a toast to him from that bottle of 25 year old scotch.

~ Paul Underwood - September 8, 2021

I'm so sorry Helen.

~ Carla Tillman - September 8, 2021

I have one of Rex's 'river rocks' pastel paintings on my wall now which I will treasure always. Our many travels with Rex and Helen have been documented on photo files, also to be preserved as treasures. I enjoyed Rex and his sense of humor. Looking forward to seeing you in the afterward.

~ Patti Fox - September 8, 2021

Helen—I’m so sorry! —But so glad you had this wonderful and interesting man in your life for so long. Seems like you were perfect for each other.

~ Kathy McG - September 8, 2021