When remembering my uncle Ron I think of nature. That is, good natural things to do such as fishing, hunting, making some of the best darn sausage, jerky, fish, beef steak that I've ever tasted. I remember grandpa Jerome telling me early one morning when we stayed there to go uptairs and pull uncle Ronnies ear and wake him up. Ron would play along and pretend to keep sleeping and then all at once he grabbed me and gave a horse bite in my inner thigh. We both laughed and  then went downstairs  for some of grandma Berdina's super breakfast.
   I remember Ron kidding around with me holding a straight face right up to the end. You didn't know if he was serious or not. Then came that awsome smile not only with his lips and face, but with his eyes as well.  
  It is an honor to know my uncle Ron. He was and is a good man in our hearts today.  Even though he is not physically here I'll always see that "smile in his eyes" !


Jerry Heithoff 

First time (Ron, Dad, Jerome, Joe Henn, Dave, Dennis) let me go duck hunting.  I think we were on the hall ranch somewhere on the creek and ducks were coming in and everyone was telling me to git down and be quiet.  Well I couldn't see no ducks and let them know I couldn't see any ducks.  Anyway I spooked the ducks.  Ron always laughed when we got to talking about different hunts and sooner or later Ron would get that twinkle in his eye and go "What ducks? I don't see any ducks."

Submitted to NebraskaLand Magazine's Portrait of the Past Section (One of Dad's favorites):


Pictured is my Dad, Ron Mack, with some Mallards that we shot in the late 70’s west of Petersburg.  This was a common scene for my brother and I, as we spent nearly every fall weekend with Dad hunting in and around the Sand Hills.  Dad loved hunting around Petersburg his entire life and passed that passion on to his children and grandchildren.   He recently passed away at nearly 80 years old and I can safely say that I never met anyone who could out shoot him and his Browning A5.