ROSE, Monte John    1939 – 2022

Monte Rose
Born: May 15, 1939
Passed Away: July 15, 2022

Monte Rose quietly and peacefully reached the end of his trail, on Friday, July 15, 2022, aged 83. Monte had an eclectic, even bizarre sense of humour. Everyone that knew him has a Monte story to tell.

He started his career with National Parks in a small patrol cabin on the shores of Waterton Lake in about 1960. He credits a correspondence course in Conservation that landed him a Park Warden position in Lake Louise a decade later. He was District Warden at Bow Summit and Indianhead, before moving to Lake Louise when the service centralized.

Although Monte was not a climber, he was very competent and received an “Advanced Mountain Rescue” certificate at Roger’s Pass in 1972. While “acting area manager” at Lake Louise that same year, he answered a phone call after hours, and found himself slinging under a helicopter to the middle of the 3-4 Couloir at Moraine Lake. Together with Bill Vroom, they reached a climber who had been incapacitated by falling rock. Using crampons and ice screws they secured the victim in a rescue basket and tied in for the night while it rained and rocks rumbled by. At first light pilot Jim Davies returned to extricate them from their precarious perch. This was the early days of helicopter sling rescue and definitely the most dramatic heli sling operation conducted in North America at that time. (Full story in Vertical Reference by Kathy Calvert).

Monte was not overly social but he had an affinity for bears and spent many off hours watching them at the Lake Louise, and later, Banff dump. (This was before the days of animal proof garbage bins and transport out of the park). He named some of the regulars and had stories to tell about individual bear behaviour. Monte was very competent at trapping, immobilizing and relocating bears when they were deemed troublesome. He was a marksman, and as much as he loved bears, he could be counted on to dispatch troublesome ones when required. When a wildlife biologist was mauled in a tragic relocation incident, it was Monte who put the bear down from a helicopter in order that the biologist could be recovered.

Monte was offered promotions to administrative positions but always declined. “All I wanted to be was a Patrolman”. During the great grizzly incident in Banff in the late summer of 1980, Monte spent countless hours in the bush searching for the elusive grizzly. When the bear was finally snared and put down, Monte confidently said; “I’ve not seen that bear before. He was an intruder”. (More on the story in The Black Grizzly of Whiskey Creek by Sid Marty).

As Monte approached age 45, he resigned, took out his pension and bought a fishing lodge near Vanderhoof BC, with a business partner.

After some time, Monte moved to Arrowwood, east of Calgary, and bought a small house. During harvest he drove truck for neighboring farmers and worked part time at the grain elevator. A local rancher offered him residence in return for fixing fence. It was a small cabin outside of town, on a barren hillside near a feedlot. Somewhat of a hermit, Monte took the opportunity and moved in with his cat. Always neat and tidy, he planted trees and made the cabin into a comfortable home.

Over the years, Monte was well known for taking the cat with him when he went for mail and lottery tickets, or simply a drive in the country. Everyone in the town knew it was Mont as he never drove more than 30 kilometers from home or over 30 kilometers an hour. Friends would often bring him supplies and stop for a visit. Monte would often say “I’ve got no complaints”.

Monte’s wish was to pass peacefully in the “Cabin on the Hill” with his beloved cat, in Arrowwood, Alberta.

Arrangements in care of Vulcan Funeral Home. Telephone 1-403-485-2633. E-mail condolences through www.vulcanfuneralhome.ca.

ROSE, Monte John 1939 – 2022

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  • July 23, 2022 at 3:20 am
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    Great eulogy to an interesting, and uniquely personable character. Either in the Rose family or the warden family, he made his mark and was an intricate player in many of my childhood stories. Family politics drove us apart, water under the bridge now, but impossible to navigate at the time, makes me regret the time lost for many more of those interactions. I’m sure there’s a great circle of characters sitting around a peaceful campfire and regaling in vivid adventures had, and someday we will meet again without the history we have encumbered ourselves with here.

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