This article was submitted by Joe Houghton
 

Monty Neibel

Unfortunately, I cannot remember just exactly when I met Monty Neibel.
But, I do remember the first time I saw him, as that head of red hair stood out like a beacon. Wiry, personable, and engaging.  He was one of those type of people you couldn't help but like.
 When I first knew Monty, he his wife and three children lived in an older
 part of Vancouver, the University district.  A blue collar area, where the
 houses were close together, lots were small.  Out back, next to the alley
 Monty maintained his lofts.  Above them a spaghetti of wires, which the
 birds had to filter though going up and coming down. Didn't matter to
Monty, he overcame, and flew great kits.
 I got to know Monty very well, as we both loved to fish, hunt, and play
 golf.  I made many trips up to Vancouver BC over the years to do those
 things he and I enjoyed.
 He was the best shot I ever saw with a shot gun, witnessing many times him downing triples of ducks and geese.  He literally fed his family on the
game he shot or caught, and they were well fed.
 Monty was reared in a family of modest means. His father eventually had
done well, and had accumulated several apartment houses and peices of property.
 After Montys mother passed away, he inherited some of this property, but it didn't change him.  He was still the grass roots individual I'd always known.
 He'd worked as a greens keeper on a private Golf Course.  Because of his
 employment, he and I had some great rounds, he besting me most of the
time.
 Rollers were his passion, and he was in my estimation as good a roller
flyer as the sport had ever seen.  Personally, I never regarded him as a great roller breeder.  But, there simply wasn't anyone better when it came to flying.  If a bird had it in it to perform, Monty would get it out of it.
 He wasn't one dimensional, in the respect of being only a Young bird
 specialist, or with Old birds.  He prided himself, and rightfully so, on
the old bird kits he produced and maintained.  He was a severe culler, and the end result of his kits performances was a testament to his standards.
 Like all of us, he endured the heartaches and set backs that are all to
 frequent in roller flying.  But he was one who didn't forget, and learned
 from his mistakes.
 He was part of the formation of the International Fly, and won it several
 times. I was the first to win it twice in a row, and first to win it three times. Monty first to win it three times in a row, and then go on to win it again over a period of years.
 He wasn't a braggart.  To the contrary he was a humble winner and    gracious looser.  But, he was also a fierce competitor, and would put forth the effort  and do what was needed to compete to the fullest of his ability.
 For those who had the privilege of knowing him, we were fortunate.  For
 those who didn't have this advantage, you missed one of the true
characters and legends of the sport.  Some may come close to duplicating Montys abilities as a flyer and handler of Rollers, but I doubt seriously if
anyone will match him kit for kit.
 I thank Mr. Hayes for the opportunity to contribute something about my
 friend Monty Neible.  The sport misses him, but no more than those of us
 lucky enough to have known him.
 Joe Houghton


 
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