Stuart Bibeau died on March 13, 2025, surrounded by his wife and 2 daughters, the people who loved him best. And if you knew Stuart, you knew that’s just the way he would have wanted it. No fuss, no spectacle – just family, just love.

Born on a cold November day in 1950 to Roy and Betsy Bibeau of Balsam Lake, Wisconsin, Stuart came into this world the way he lived in it: steady, sure, and tough as nails. He spent his life with a rifle in one hand, a fishing pole in the other, and a Green Bay Packer cap planted firmly on his head. He was the kind of man who knew the woods better than most men know their own backyards. He could track a deer through three feet of snow, catch a fish in waters that had run dry for everyone else, and tell a damn good story about it afterward.

Stuart had a laugh that could shake the rafters and a stare that could stop a man cold. He wasn’t one for long speeches or sugarcoating the truth. If he loved you, you knew it. If he didn’t well – you knew that too. But if you were lucky enough to be in his circle, you had someone who’d stand by you through thick and thin, a man who’d drop everything to help a friend, fix what was broken, and make sure you never walked alone.

He leaves behind his wife Mary Bibeau, and daughters Marion (Curt) Olson and Katie Bibeau. He also leaves behind his grandchildren; Hailey (Nick) Elert, Drew (Emily) Wheeler, Tucker (Ashley) Olson, and Grace Olson, along with his great grandchildren; Paisley Wheeler and Oaklyn Wheeler, who will carry his stories, his stubbornness, and his love with them for the rest of their days. The deer in Wisconsin can breathe a little easier now, the fish can swim a little freer, but the world is a little quieter without him in it.

No funeral. No service. Stuart wouldn’t have wanted that. If you want to honor him, take a walk in the woods, cast a line into the water, and, for God’s sake, don’t forget to root for the Packers.

Last Update: Mar 17, 2025 9:17 am CDT