Trent Murray Draper Campkin

The self-proclaimed “World’s Greatest Coppersmith” is finally at peace and drinking whiskey with his dad. The world lost an artist, mountain man, motorcycle rider, husband, father, son, brother, grandfather, and one hell of a coppersmith. Trent often lived in the 1800s at Ft. Buenaventura and managed to cram 150 years’ worth of living into 70 years. He was a man’s man, a gentle soul, a sharp dresser, and a badass with an amazing beard.

 Trent was mischievous and loving. He was often referred to as “Skinny Santa” and fooled dozens of children into behaving whenever he was around. He enjoyed playfully tormenting his loved ones and brought smiles and joy to everyone he tolerated. He hated cats and often suggested they were only good for speed bumps and target practice. That was until his wife brought home two cats, Gomer and Goober, who he spoiled rotten and referred to as “Sweetie.”

 His legacy includes his four favorite children, Malea, Trent (Julie), Miranda (Thomas), and Jordan (Natalie), ten grandchildren, one great-grandson, and his wife, Cindi. Trent escaped this world without being stabbed with a fork by his partner in crime, Miss Kitty. He was preceded in death by his father and mother DeVern and Alkie Campkin. Family and friends were able to say farewell at his celebration of life, “Gathering of the Copper” at Ft. Buenaventura last month. No additional services will be held.