Trevor loved the outdoors, and spent as much time fishing and hunting as he could. He loved his yellow "Rumble Bee" dodge and his loud, rocking country music. Goofing off with his sister Haley, and taking his younger brother Oliver fishing was how he liked to spend his time. He was a loyal friend, and always ready to play a good joke on his friends. Making people laugh and have fun was something he was really good at. He was an excellant trap shooter, and took his beretta to the Grand American trap shoot several times.
He was a wonderful son, and so often would sit near me as we would read books in the evenings. He had a large collection of his favorite authors. He was always reading, even sneaking paperbacks inside of text books in order to read them in class!!
He loved baseball, loved catching and would go all out to catch the pop-up, or throw someone out at 2nd. His favorite number was #9…He played hard, had fun, and always came home in a dirty uniform..
He had a wonderful dog, a Brittany spanial named Challenger, whom he taught to hunt pheasants with him, and was often his companion on his treks into the woods, whether he was hunting or not.
He raised ornemental pheasants for show and breeding, and was so tender hearted with the birds. He built the pens himself, and spent hours "naturalizing" their habitats. He was very proud of the pheasants, and loved showing them to anyone who wanted to learn about them.
Trevor loved getting people involved in the things he cared about and had a way to get everyone interested in things. He loved having fun but was true in his beliefs, did not just follow the crowds but would rather search out the people who loved what he did to hang out with. He was a son, brother, grandson, cousin that we are all proud of.