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Devon Hunt

Posted 11/03/15 (Tue)

On Wednesday, Oct. 28, 2015, our son, Devon Blair Hunt, celebrated his eternal sunrise when the Lord took him home.
Devon was born in Las Vegas, Nev., at Sunrise Hospital on Wednesday, April 12, 2000, to his father, Ryan William Hunt, and mother, Jennifer Lynn Stanert, both of Las Vegas, Nev.
Devon grew up in Las Vegas with his dad, mom, and big brother, Tristan Michael Hunt. Tristan was 14 months older and was so proud to be a big brother. Tristan would help his mom dress his little brother and anyone who came to visit could see and feel the bond between the boys. Devon’s great-grandparents, Bill and Mary Anne Raush (Henderson, Nev.), felt they had the two most precious babies ever. Their grandmother, Renee Hunt (Las Vegas, Nev.), spent so much time with the boys as well.
It wasn’t hard for anybody to bond with Devon from the beginning. Devon was always the boy who was outspoken; trying to make people happy and make them laugh and smile. From the time he was three and a half years old, we started calling him “Devon Doolittle,” because he felt like he has to help and save everyone of God’s creatures, big or small.
When Devon was in fifth grade, he played football for the Green Machine Team in Las Vegas and fell in love with sports, until he got introduced to the Skate Parks in Las Vegas. Devon excelled in anything he put his mind to, no matter if it was being able to hop on his favorite pogo-stick for two and a half hours non-stop or perfecting his ventriloquist act with his dummies.
In June of 2014, Tristan and Devon moved with their dad to Watford City, N.D. Many trials and tribulations later, Devon had made the decision that he truly loved North Dakota.This past summer, he caught a nine and a half pound walleye, after catching only a duck by the leg in Lake Mead and scooping a carp from Marina, Las Vegas. Devon had finally felt like a “fisherman.”
Devon’s passion became dirt bikes, quads, and trucks until that night of Oct. 28. We can still see that “confident little smirk” that anybody who knew Devon gets to see. He was a great loving son, a priceless gem to his family, and a little brother to his very proud big brother, Tristan.
Devon’s life got cut short and we will never understand why. This world not only lost a gentleman and best friend, but a leader and healer of souls. Devon Blair Hunt...Forever inour hearts...and never forgotten! We are proud to have had Devon as a son, brother, and friend.