Stacey Bridges Obituary

Stacey "Snake" and I were married in the 90s. I was his 2nd wife, after Patti Jo and before his 3rd wife, Debbie. I will miss him very much. We enjoyed many years together. We loved each other and remained friends throughout our years. No one can ever take that away.
About every 4 to 6 months our paths would cross and I would see him at the grocery store or Dollar general. He told me nearly a year ago that he had lung cancer but he was hoping for a transplant. I guess that didn't happen. Ran into him 6 months ago and he was thin and on oxygen, but still the same old Snakeman.

Every person that met "Snake" was left with a lasting impression. He even won over my mom's heart.
He was a hard worker, having worked on our family farm and on our boats and barges. He excelled at everything that he attempted.
One of his passions, when we were together, was trout fishing. We used to go to the Little Red River at Ramsey's landing, quite often. All it took was one nibble and those blues eyes would get that crazy glaze over them and I knew we were in it for the long haul. We weren't leaving any time soon...possibly even the next day! He loved being out doors.
He also loved animals. All kinds. My brothers introduced us because we both loved animals. At that time, I had 2 Canadian Grey Timber Wolf cubs (2 males) that I was raising and he had a female wolf hybrid. I also had an older female wolf malamute mix named Malli that he fell in love with as much as I loved her. I knew then...


He and Pop (his Dad) raised white tail deer, Fallow deer, red deer, mule deer and something huge that may have been an elk? Many of them were bought at auctions, others were found as babies abandoned in our fields.
We also shared a love for reptiles. He was more the snake person and had 5 pet rattlesnakes when we met, which I could have done without!  I was into lizards. We had several monitor lizards (same Family as the komodo dragon - Varanidae). We had savannah, nile and crocodile monitors and others that I can't remember right now, as this was some 30 years ago. We had iguanas, a Basilisk and a posse of turtles... And a 9 ft Burmese python that I fell in love with and named "Copper".
We also both loved cats. One day, he brought home this little grey and white kitten that he named "Scamper". He adored that kitty more than any at the time. He thought that cat hung the moon! She probably did.


There was never a dull moment with him! We had a lot of memories that were definitely more than memorable!


He and Pop also had goats and even tried emus but I don't think that was a great experience. There were people that would stop by from all over the US to see our unusual little zoo.

Crazy times as I think back. Who lives like this? It was quite an experience and certainly one that this little southern girl will never forget.

So, in spite of Stace's nick name and rugged exterior and (sometimes) gruff demeanor, he was an interesting individual who was very intelligent, to say the least..a good man and an animal lover. He made me laugh for quite a few years and I felt loved, too. That was important.
So, he would probably not like that I said this but he really was just a big old soft hearted outlaw... a country boy that lived a pretty damned good life. He loved working on the boats and being a river rat. We all did. It was our fun but it was our livelihood, as well. He liked working on the farm and we loved hunting for arrowheads. In fact, he has our arrowhead collection that I would love to have back... We saw great concerts and traveled a bit...and we fished...trout. That's what I know of the legend ...and he was. He left a mark. He was memorable.
That's just the tip of the iceberg, though.
I'm glad that I was able to share part of his journey or experience...even enough that it was part my own. We walked a path together for a while and I am grateful for
that time with him.
I would love to hear other stories and memories about
him.

Stacey "Snake" and I were married in the 90s. I was his 2nd wife, after Patti Jo and before his 3rd wife, Debbie. I will miss him very much. We enjoyed many years together. We loved each other and remained friends throughout our years. No one can ever take that away.

About every 4 to 6 months our paths would cross and I would see him at the grocery store or Dollar general. He told me nearly a year ago that he had lung cancer but he was hoping for a transplant. I guess that didn't happen. Ran into him 6 months ago and he was thin and on oxygen, but still the same old Snakeman.

Every person that met "Snake" was left with a lasting impression. He even won over my mom's heart.
He was a hard worker, having worked on our family farm and on our boats and barges. He excelled at everything that he attempted.
One of his passions, when we were together, was trout fishing. We used to go to the Little Red River at Ramsey's landing, quite often. All it took was one nibble and those blues eyes would get that crazy glaze over them and I knew we were in it for the long haul. We weren't leaving any time soon...possibly even the next day! He loved being out doors.
He also loved animals. All kinds. My brothers introduced us because we both loved animals. At that time, I had 2 Canadian Grey Timber Wolf cubs (2 males) that I was raising and he had a female wolf hybrid. I also had an older female wolf malamute mix named Malli that he fell in love with as much as I loved her. I knew then...


He and Pop (his Dad) raised white tail deer, Fallow deer, red deer, mule deer and something huge that may have been an elk? Many of them were bought at auctions, others were found as babies abandoned in our fields.
We also shared a love for reptiles. He was more the snake person and had 5 pet rattlesnakes when we met, which I could have done without!  I was into lizards. We had several monitor lizards (same Family as the komodo dragon - Varanidae). We had savannah, nile and crocodile monitors and others that I can't remember right now, as this was some 30 years ago. We had iguanas, a Basilisk and a posse of turtles... And a 9 ft Burmese python that I fell in love with and named "Copper".
We also both loved cats. One day, he brought home this little grey and white kitten that he named "Scamper". He adored that kitty more than any at the time. He thought that cat hung the moon! She probably did.


There was never a dull moment with him! We had a lot of memories that were definitely more than memorable!


He and Pop also had goats and even tried emus but I don't think that was a great experience. There were people that would stop by from all over the US to see our unusual little zoo.

Crazy times as I think back. Who lives like this? It was quite an experience and certainly one that this little southern girl will never forget.

So, in spite of Stace's nick name and rugged exterior and (sometimes) gruff demeanor, he was an interesting individual who was very intelligent, to say the least..a good man and an animal lover. He made me laugh for quite a few years and I felt loved, too. That was important.
So, he would probably not like that I said this but he really was just a big old soft hearted outlaw... a country boy that lived a pretty damned good life. He loved working on the boats and being a river rat. We all did. It was our fun but it was our livelihood, as well. He liked working on the farm and we loved hunting for arrowheads. In fact, he has our arrowhead collection that I would love to have back... We saw great concerts and traveled a bit...and we fished...trout. That's what I know of the legend ...and he was. He left a mark. He was memorable.
That's just the tip of the iceberg, though.
I'm glad that I was able to share part of his journey or experience...even enough that it was part my own. We walked a path together for a while and I am grateful for
that time with him.
I would love to hear other stories and memories about
him.