Edward “Ricky” Hawk was born on August 8, 1949 in Culbertson, MT. He passed away on Christmas Day in Butte, MT.
He attended school in Brockton the 1st-8th grade and then went on to obtain his GED and a Bachelor’s degree in Psychology in Terre Haute, IN.
Ricky enjoyed hunting and fishing with dad and Maynard. He had a good sense of humor and enjoyed visiting with his friends, riding around, listening to music.
He is preceded in death by his father, Edward Hawk from Wood Mountain, SK; mother Almena (step father Lawrence Reddog who raised him; siblings James Reddog, Carole, Bonnie, Pamela, Lauren, Estelle and Kara.
He is survived by his only son Caleb Jamison; four grandchildren; granddaughters Amisha, Ariah, Alazayah and grandson Amare; one brother Maynard Hawk and 3 sisters Rhea Starr, Vearlene Reddog, Doris Reddog.
Wilfred Max Bear says
Condolences to the Edward “Ricky” Hawk family. Ricky was quite the guy. If I remember correctly, his son was given the Sioux name “Walks Alone” when he was in Poplar and was just a little guy. Ricky is finally able to rest in the peace of the Lord.
Kenny says
Rick was fun to be around. He used to tease and laugh while talking about things long ago in Fort Kipp where he lived with Maynard, Grandpa Pat and Grandma Stella. Many times on weekends we would to and visit them from Poplar. He, Maynard, I and my two brothers would go and play on the badlands, climbing Calais Hill and make believe we were mountain climbers or Indian scouts. There was a dog named Blackie and he was bobtailed. He would come and play with us, he even chased a deer one time and we had to laugh because he got left far behind, he wasn’t fast enough to keep up with that animal. Many times we walked down to the Missouri River to swim, fish and pick cherries. On the way we’d stop and pick up Buddy Adams because they lived just south of the tracks on the way to the river. We spent many hours as kids exploring and making believe while playing in the woods. Rick had a .22 caliber rifle and we would go plinking with it and shoot cans and bottles with it. Summer time we’d have firecrackers and make believe we were at war and we had hand grenades that blew up. I remember my dad Kenneth had some stilts and he gave them to Rick, he was about 12 years old then. It took him time but he learned how to balance on them. From then on you could see him strutting around, and he was pretty good with them too. I will miss Ricky, he was my cousin and we had a lot of fun when we were kids.
Luci says
Condolences to the family.