Kerry Schell

I first met Dr. Schell in 1973 as a freshman forestry student at UT. We became very close as I progressed through undergraduate and graduate school. I remember very vividly being a broke, recently married, graduate student and Dr. Schell helping me replace a clutch in my car in his driveway. He met my wife at the door the day of my oral exams to let her know that, needless to say, things had not gone all that well. Through the years Kerry always made an effort to stay connected with me...

I will remember his fondness many years ago for Peugeots and the many mispronunciations. My thoughts are with you,Holly. Your father was always very kind to me.

Dr. Schell was a Professor's Professor. He was dedicated to his students, teaching lectures, profession (SAF), as well as to his birddogs. He got discount dog food for my sister who also worked at UTK. As he knew, I too am an avid Appalacian bird hunter. It is sad to see such mentors passing on.

Dr. Schell made an incredible impact on my life and was partially responsible for my enrolling at UTK. He went out of his way to take me and several other students all over the west coast exploring the wonderful options that the industry of Forestry had to offer. I am forever indebted to him.

Kerry and I were classmates at PSU and grouse hunting buddies for nearly 50 years. I learned of his death while in the deer camp that he helped build. Those favorite grouse coverts of ours while seem lonely without him.

Kerry and I were classmates at PSU and grouse hunting buddies for nearly 50 years. I learned of his death while I was in the deer camp that he helped build. Those favorite grouse coverts of ours will be lonely without him.

Kerry was my major professor back in the mid 1970's. But, more than that, he was my friend. We walked the ridges of Clinch Mountain and in Hancock County in search of grouse and in those tiny little places where people seldom look, we found the things that made us friends.
A touch of irony if you will. I did a guest lecture of Dr. Ostermeier a couple of weeks ago and caught myself saying the same words to the class that Schell had spoken over 30 years ago. I guess the goods things...

Kerry will be missed by everyone at Bender & Associates where he stopped on occasion for coffee and fellowship.

My uncle and I were not close early in my life. My father, Bill Schell, and he had religious differences. At my father's funeral, I became reaquainted with Kerry. Since then we have communicated many times via telephone, and we were looking forward to meeting over a kettlehouse beer when next he visited Missoula, Montana. I mourn the opportunity lost. Our lives are too short to miss the times when we should have connected with our family members. My father and Kerry became very close in...