Michael Boyd Dougan
June 5, 1942 – February 16, 2020
Mike. PawPaw. Dad. The Man. The Myth. The Legend. Feared by fish, caustically charming to others, and loved by most. The Doer of All Don’ts, loser of EVERY bet with Charlie, he loved his wife, his kids, his grandkids, great-grandkids, and his I Always Take Something Extra Brothers of Local 6.
Dougan Luck reared its ugly head once more in the form of Amyloidosis, a disease that no one had ever heard of and struggled to spell right on Google. Mike fought a good fight but the disease won that nasty bet. As a man who could never be wrong and always had to have the last word, he settled the score with Amyloidosis via cremation.
Captain Mike loved sailing all over the Caribbean, chasing dolphins on his jet ski “Gator Bait”, dining at Twin Peaks, clothing optional beaches, winning big against his buddies at 99, Bud Light, Cardinals baseball, panning for gold, watching the tv shows “Gold Rush” and “Survivor,” chocolate chip cookies (but he hated white shirts), homemade apple pie, volunteering as an election official, his Corvette, Harley Davidson motorcycles, strutting around in any cowboy boots that could make him a little taller to match the height on his driver’s license, his i-Pad (thanks for the lessons, Donna), hunting and meat shoots although he was forbidden to ever bring home a turkey or a wild boar.
Following his father’s footsteps, Mike enlisted in the Navy after high school where he was honorably discharged as a Naval Photographer. He was employed as a Stagehand through IATSE Local 6 in and retired in 2002 after numerous years working on movies, news broadcasts, commercials, Wrestling at the Chase, catching the chandelier at Phantom of the Opera, building the main stage at Fair St. Louis, trucks and scenery for lots of theater, sports and rigging lights for concerts, Miss Universe, running spot for circuses, and his favorite the Ice Capades where he would lure little kids out on the ice using his spotlight as bait. Despite all this, when asked what he did for a living he would always answer, “I lift heavy things.”
Mike lived in numerous states and countries throughout his life probably because his family was military or maybe he was hiding. His dream of retirement was driving south with a snow scraper and asking people if they knew what it was He knew he would find his new home once people said, “I have no idea.” The answer to his quest was found in southern Georgia however he added on another 500 miles-just to be safe–which put him in Ft Myers.
When Mike married Sharon Buxton in 1992, he graciously opened his new home to three new sons, Robbie, Brian and Jeron Haas. He was a perfect and loveable husband to his new wife, Sharon, a great dad, and an awesome grandpa and great-grandpa. May we all do our best to keep all his incredible antics & memories alive.
Preceding Mike in death are his parents, Lt. Cmdr. George M. Dougan and Margaret V. Boyd and a son, Brian J. Haas.
Surviving are his wife, Sharon Dougan, daughters Michelle (Steven) Schindler & Heather Ganschinietz; sons Robert Haas and Jeron Haas. Eleven grandkids: Stephanie Taylor, Brian (Taylor) & Brianna “Apple Pie” Haas; Peyton Haas; Nicholas, Tyler & Hayden Haas; Jake Randolph; Meghan Schindler; Job & March Ganschinietz & two great-grandkids: Easton and Oakley Haas.
Two sisters Patricia Hansen of Ramona, CA and her children Rob and Michael. Joanne (Terry) DiMattio of Driggs, ID and their daughter, Jennifer. A sister- in law Carol Norakas and her children Mark and Dawn. A brother in law Gene (Kathy) Buxton and their children Kyle and Ryan.
His best friends, John & Jill Neuner, Barry & Pamela Slaughenhaupt, Charlie Ragle, Paul & Gigi DeLuca and many others.
Thank you to the Ft. Myers Hospice House for everything.
There will be no visitation or memorial services.
Mike will be buried at sea with his ashes spilling from the SaltAway container (once we find it-Neuner?!) at a date to be determined.
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made in his memory to
HopeHCS.org (hospice care)