It is with great sadness that we share the news of the sudden passing of our beloved Rob Smith. Rob passed with his children and family by his side on December 27, 2025.
Robbie Wayne Smith was born on December 29, 1973, to Robert and Shirley Smith. Robbie was a lifelong resident of Fallon, Nevada, who graduated from Churchill County High School. From a young age, Robbie had a love for many sports. He was an avid football and baseball player, but his real love was hunting. He loved being outdoors. He loved camping and fishing, but most of all, hunting.
Robbie was a skilled equipment operator and talented handyman with a tremendous love for hunting and the outdoors. Robbie enjoyed sharing his knowledge of hunting, spending time as a licensed hunting guide, and devoting his time to teaching young hunters and family members the craft.
Robbie is preceded in death by his mother, Shirley Smith, and sister, Pennie (Smith) Lumen.
He is survived by his father, Robert G. Smith; brother, Jeffrey Smith; sister, Teresa (Smith) Hollister; his children, Caleb Casey, Tristan Smith, and Bradee Smith; grandson, Emerson; and numerous nieces, nephews, and cousins.
Then his beloved fur babies, Megan, Trey, and Handsome, who all miss him dearly and look for him daily.
Robbie’s sudden passing has left a huge hole in our hearts, especially with his children and father. He will be missed greatly by his dad, his best friend, his loving children—who were the light of his life—many family members, and a multitude of friends.
He touched many lives in so many ways.
At this time, no services are planned. When the weather permits, his children have plans to spread his ashes at his favorite hunting place, where he spent many hours with his kids, family, and friends, teaching his craft of hunting. It was his life, and he loved every minute of it. He especially loved to help guide and support the young generation in his craft of hunting and safety.
All who knew and loved Robbie got to experience the unique talent he had for hunting and for teaching others. His biggest thrill was calling in a flock of geese or ducks while watching others bring them down.
As all who knew Rob know, he would not want flowers or a big gathering. So, in lieu of flowers, he would ask for donations made to his favorite Springs Wings Youth Hunt or to any hunting platform of your choice. He would say, just take ’em hunting.
Thank you to all who have reached out with kind words, support, and love for the family, his children, and many friends. We are deeply touched.
Rest in peace, Rob. You go ahead—call them in, knock ’em down, take them all. There are no daily limits in the big field above. The bands are yours, brother.
We love you and will miss you.
Hug Grams and Pen for us all.
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