In Memory of Igo Heeled

We lost a good man about a year ago. Igo Heeled was one of the first people I remember meeting out at the Cajon Cowboys as we both started shooting there about the same time. You always knew when Igo was there because he had a big laugh, a big smile and a big handshake. I always liked to get on the same posse as Igo, he was a great competitor, fun to watch and he always helped to make the posse a good one by working the chores and cheering other shooters on. I remember in particular one large shoot that Annie and I went too. Igo was the only person we knew on the posse we ended up on and about the only bright spot of the shoot for us!

Igo RunningIgo Heeled left us too soon, but doing what he loved. When he died a lot of us took comfort, small though it was, in that. I still do. I hope I am as lucky. Igo was the kind of guy that didn’t do things halfway. When he loved something, like he loved cowboy shooting he did it to the fullest. Igo’s funeral was about the biggest that I’ve ever been to. There had to be 200 cowboys there, most in proper cowboy attire. Anyone who plays this game knows that the people are the best and that was amply demonstrated that day.

They say it take a year or more to come to grips with the death of someone you knew. That may be true. I know the cowboy range still isn’t the same without Igo Heeled.

Professor Fuller Bullspit

Igo Heeled

AKA

Bob Igo