John Dyhouse

John Dyhouse, 89, was born on the first day of summer, June 21, 1937, in Vincennes, Indiana.  He lived his whole life there. He passed away on September 21, 2026, the last day of summer. This was fitting as he was a true child of summer.  He spent his life full of mischief, poetry he’d never have called poetry, and a twinkle in his eye that everyone who knew him could picture instantly.

John spent his career with JC Penney before retiring to the work he loved most — guiding fishing trips on Pelican Lake in Orr, MN. He was, by every account, the greatest fisherman who ever lived, a skilled hunter and woodsman who never met a stranger. He could walk into a room of strangers and walk out with three new fishing buddies. He taught his grandchildren how to fly fish, how to drive a boat, how to clean a deer, and how to laugh at just about anything.

He is survived by Sue Dyhouse (Wilkes), his wife of 68 years; his daughter, Valrie Dyhouse; and his four granddaughters, Rebecca Reiboldt, Hillary Moseley, Sarah Dyhouse, and Rachel Anderson, all of whom he loved fiercely and who loved him right back.  He is also survived by his sisters Marilyn Durham, Becky Phipps, and Mary Beth Bonmel.  He was preceded in death by his daughter, Tambra Anderson, his sister, Carol, and his brother, Jim.

John left it all on the table — every holiday, every adventure, every trek through the woods and down the river. He was quick-witted, loved to talk, and held strong opinions on the important things in life (there is, for the record, no such thing as too many chocolate chips). He will be remembered as a devoted husband, father, and Pawpaw, and as the kind of man whose stories outlast him. Those who knew him have no doubt of his first action in heaven…he found Dale and Whitey and those three went fishing once again.