Michael Lee Moffat

Michael Lee Moffat was born to Norma Lou Butcher Moffat and Murray Scoffield Moffat on February 19, 1951 in Salt Lake City, Utah. He was the 4th of 11 children, the 3rd son to leave his mortal journey and join his parents and 2 younger brothers, Mark and Kent. Proceeded in death his daughter Anna Merinda, sister Beverly, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and friends. What a great reunion for all of them!

Mike was great at whatever he set his mind to do! He was blessed with so many talents and abilities in so many ways and works of life. From his childhood sporting activities to his adult sporting ventures he had a natural ability in learning and performing each of them.

As a kid he played for the Industrial Steel baseball team. Though small in size, he was pretty good at the game and loved to play. He was fast and could catch and hit the ball helping the team to win many games. He adored playing, and we adored along with mom and dad watching him play.

He loved the game of marbles, and would constantly practice at home on the floor and outside with his marble buddies. He even was a marble champion for his elementary school, Douglas Elementary.

He loved to go swimming, and we as a family would go almost weekly in the summer time to the Jordan Park swim pool. Being patriotic, he one year had on a pair of American Flag swim trunks that went down almost to his knees and were tight fitting, like a Speedo in the 60’s! We all got a kick out of those trunks on him.

He was an extremely good tennis player, and skier. He was asked by Chubbs if he would have wanted to go Pro. He said “yes” he would have, but he blew out his knee cap when someone crossed in front of him coming down the ski slope. Mike and his brother Murray loved to play tennis together. While growing up in his junior high and high school years, they had summers that they would play non-stop at whichever tennis court they could find available - both being great tennis players! He also loved to snowmobile and spent many weekends going snowmobiling with his good friends.

Mike was happy with a fishing pole in his hands, he was good at it and loved to fish! Back in the day he and his brother-in-law went fishing up to Flaming Gorge Reservoir. Mike caught a 33 lb, 38 1/2” long, and 23 1/2” girth (per mom’s handwritten note, so we know it is correct!), Mackinaw which he had quite a struggle pulling it into the boat, (Chubbs says, “this isn’t just another fish story and I ain’t gonna change my story!) If he would have caught this Mac the following weekend he would have won the fishing tournament up at the Gorge where the winner caught a 20 pounder!!! He loved to ice fish, and would catch many “big ones” there as well. The cold never bothered him, he just enjoyed his time cutting that hole in the ice and dropping his hook!

While Mike loved hunting and fishing with dad and his brothers because that’s where you would hear the biggest fish stories, he had plenty of stories for hunting as well. He grew up and loved to go hunting with dad, the brothers, grandpa Butcher, the uncles and his cousins. The hunting stories surfaced like his fish stories of how far away through the trees to shoot the biggest 4 point buck! Hunting stories or not, the boys and dad used to always come home with at least one buck!

Mike was a hard worker. He worked for some time for the IML Trucking company changing the diesel tires and other mechanical work, and was a Teamster there that he was proud of. They loved Mike and his work there, and knew they could trust that he would make things safe for the drivers.

Through learning the trade of stucco, texture and plastering with his dad and brothers, he became a very very good craftsman. He had a successful plaster company called “Superior System.” At a time that he wasn’t working, he stayed for about a month or so with Boose and helped to finish her basement and bathroom. (She paid him well!)!

Mike had a big heart, and would give monies or buy things that he thought you needed or could use. He was never stingy about sharing his goods, including his snacks and treats, he was always so giving. Boose remembers, “He co-signed for me for my first Toyota Corolla when I was a single mom with Katie. My boys always loved Mike and teased and talked with him. They loved all his stories and funniness!! We parked our trailer at his house one summer when I was doing a craft show in Grace, Idaho and that was super fun!! Grace was 15-20 minutes from his house in Montpelier. He offered us every thing he had and the boys remember his love for little Debbie's cream pies and Vienna sausages!! Mike would give you the shirt off of his back!!”

Boose and Mike had long conversations about mom and when us girls took care of her and loved on her!! “How important she was to all of us!! Dad too!! I related to him of how important he was to all of us!! We couldn't imagine being without him in our family!! Mike was a character!! We loved his sense of humor!! He actually loved my cooking, which is really funny!! I love him and will miss him. God speed dear brother!! Hug mom and dad and our crazy brothers!!”

Mike was determined to get things done no matter what it took to do it. Gwen remembers when he was living at mom and dad’s house due to a previous accident in which he crushed his foot, she was taking care of him at the time. Mark had gone up to Montpelier, to pick up some of his furniture and things. It had snowed the day Mark got back with his things, so he left them on the back of the truck and told him he would come back later to unload them. Mike didn’t want his things to get all wet, so with his boot on he went and grabbed dad’s rider mower, started it and went up the hill after his things. Through their struggling to get the truck unloaded, Gwen remembers that he and she tied a rope around his furnishings and dragged them, snow and all; behind the rider mower back down behind the house to where Mike’s entrance to his living space was to bring them in, Crazy Guy!

Mike knew something about anything and everything. He loved history, and especially Utah history. He took time to read all of mom’s “Daughter of Utah Pioneer” books. He could talk about Brigham Young and other prophets and the hardships of the pioneers crossing to come west to Utah. In his study of church history, he knew many things about the church that he would share with you.

As Chubb’s said of Mike: “Mike was very intelligent, he loved to debate politics with anyone he could rope in and stir up a pretty good debate with him laughing the whole time & would make that person pretty mad.” He just liked to get people’s goat and thought it was pretty funny when he did! He loved Politics and knew what was going on in the world.

Mike had a getaway place, his big painted red “man cave” as it was called. He fixed it up with curtains on the windows which he himself had put in, a big screen TV, a small refrigerator, and not just one lounge chair but two new lounge chairs for any guest that might stop by to see him, and he had plenty that came to enjoy conversation with him; along with his coffee maker and end tables beside each chair. It was quite the set up for him, his home away from home!

When Mike moved into his senior living, he looked super great. It was like he was rejuvenated again. On one particular visit Boose said, “how great he looked!” We think he was pretty happy to be on his own again.

Mike was loving, kind and cared deeply for his family, to include his children; Monice, Brandie, Anna Merinda and grandchildren, along with many nieces and nephews. When his first daughter Monice was born, he was so happy and such a proud dad. He loved his daughters and granddaughters and missed them very much. He was very close with his brother Kent and actually lived with him for a time at Kent’s home. With Kent being bed-ridden, Mike loved to visit with Kent in his room. Before Mike’s passing he said that he just wanted to be with his brother Kent who had died 6 months earlier as he missed him so much.

With Mike’s great big loving heart, we feel that blessing and desire of going where Kent is, is being honored for him. We all love and miss Mike greatly, but know he is in good hands! Who knows, with all those good hands he is with, he might even be skiing, snowmobiling, playing marbles and baseball, hunting again and even fishing!

Catch a big one for us bro! We miss you and LOVE you!

Graveside and Dedication of Grave 

Kaysville Cemetery

500 E Crestwood Rd, Kaysville, UT

Friday - March 21, 2025 at 12:00 p.m.

Family Prayer - Jeff Moffat

Dedication - Alan Ostler