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Charles Dean Pierson

Charles “Chuck” Dean Pierson died Friday, April 21st, at Pyramid Lake doing what he loved doing most, fishing.  Chuck was the consummate outdoorsman.

Chuck was born in Quincy, CA to Fred and Nancy Pierson and remained a resident for 63 years.  He loved living in Quincy, taking full advantage of hunting and fishing and helping others in his community.  He had a large number of close friends in the area who will miss him dearly.

After many years of service, Chuck retired from his position with Plumas County where he served as the Public Works District 1 Road Maintenance Supervisor.

Chuck is survived by four siblings (Leanna, Fred, Ken & David Pierson) who considered him the best brother ever.  He is also survived by various cousins and he was a favorite uncle to his many nephews and nieces.

In lieu of flowers, please feel free to make a donation to the Rocky Mountain Elk Foundation in Chuck’s name at www.rmef.org.

A celebration of life will be held Saturday, May 13th, starting at 2 PM at Pioneer Park, 54 Fairgrounds Road in Quincy.  Family members and many of Chuck’s buddies will be providing BBQ for all attendees. All are welcome to bring a dish to share with others as well. Please join us in remembering and celebrating a wonderful brother, uncle, cousin and, most of all, friend.

7 thoughts on “Charles Dean Pierson

  • RIP Chuck I’m glad to of went to high school with you.

  • Hey Bro, Thanks for all the camping and fishing trips and great times in Quincy. I could always count on you to give solid advice and friendship. You were the best Brother that a guy could have had. You will be missed for sure!
    Your Brother, Dave

  • Fisherman Spirit (In Loving Memory of Uncle Chuck)

    He was an adventurous soul,
    A lover of nature,
    A hunter for fun,
    A fisherman spirit,
    A kind man,
    A true gentleman,
    He was my uncle.

    I remember the time
    He took me out fishing—
    The girl who hates fish—
    But he got me to go
    And his excitement
    For that game called fishing
    Rubbed off on me
    And I greatly enjoyed
    The experience
    (Though I will probably
    Never go fishing again.)

    I remember his smile,
    His excitement,
    When the fish
    Took my bait;
    When he helped me
    Reel my first (and only) catch in.
    I remember his pride.

    This will always be
    A special memory
    Within my heart,
    Within my mind,
    And though
    He has moved on
    I will always cherish
    My memories with him.

    These past couple years
    I was blessed with
    Getting even closer to him.
    With being able to
    Spend more time with him
    And creating more
    Memories with him,
    For which I am thankful
    And very glad.

    And while he has passed on
    I know he enjoyed his life.
    His Fisherman Spirit
    Now swims free
    Surfing the waters
    Of his favorite lake
    Living the dream
    Catching all the fish
    He wants to
    Or just watching them
    As he glides into eternity.

    Thank you Uncle Chuck for all the good times, the good memories and for being a truly wonderful uncle and friend. I love you and will miss you.

    Miranda

    • Hey Miranda. I am so very sorry about your uncle chuck. Because he was such a awesome guy. And my cousin. We all will miss him dearly. He will missed but never forgotten. Love you Miranda. Your cuz Nicole

      Ps. The Poem you wrote about your uncle chuck was really nice.

  • I grew up with Chuck in my neighborhood. We had such great times. Sled hill in the winter and kick the can during the summer, even at night with a full moon. It was a great time in the hood. He will be missed. Great friend too.

  • To the Pierson family, so very sorry and saddened for your loss!
    Growing up across the street from Chuck and Dave, we had the best times. Sledding, kick the can, prowling the woods, riding bikes, homemade movies, so many, many fun memories. Chuck always loved to fish, as far back as I can remember, he loved to go fishing. I know he’s still catching his limit!

  • My deepest condolences to the Pierson Family. I’m very sorry for your loss.

    I enjoyed being your neighbor on Foothill Ave, Chuck. You were always so kind and helpful.

    I’ll miss talking to you when we’d see each other on the bike path at Feather River College. We talked out there just a few weeks ago and I assumed there would be many more times.

    It was a pleasure to know you. Your love and knowledge of this place and our beautiful mountains was something I admired. May you rest in peace, my friend.

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