I am glad I got to some what know Greg. He was a trapper. Gregory John Martens was born on October 16, 1951, to John "Johnny" and JoAnn (Hennager) Martens, Jr. in Pipestone, Minnesota. He attended school at the Pipestone High School, graduating in 1970. In 1969, while still in high school, he worked as a mechanic for L & L Motors and helped his dad in his junk yard. Greg was drafted into the United States Army in 1971, but self-enlisted into the United States Navy. He served in Vietnam as a Seaman Recruit and was honorably discharged in 1974. On June 21, 1975, Greg was united in marriage to the love of his life, Jacqueline Brady, at the United Methodist Church in Pipestone. This marriage was blessed with the birth of their two children, John and Melissa. In 1985, he became employed at Morrels as a production leader until 1991. Following his time at Morrels, Greg became a full-time trapper. Greg passed away peacefully on Friday, October 17, 2025, while under the care of Pipestone County Hospice, at the age of 74 years and one day.

RIP fellow trapper

losing so many , so fast these days
RIP

RIP

Sorry for your loss

RIP - prayers for the family.

RIP fellow trapper

Rest in peace Greg.

Thanks for the heads up Mark. I've known Greg for quite a long time. He will be missed.

I always enjoyed Greg and the time I spent around him. He was a card, that's for sure.

RIP Sir

Talked to Dusty, funeral was today . Lots of people there.

The last time I got to visit with Greg was at coyote days a few years ago.

Sounds like a good one. Rest in peace,George.

I just saw this this morning right before I posted it. I knew there were a few on here that knew him. I had no idea if any one else knew.

R.I.P.

rip

Sorry to hear. Life is short and sometimes stupid

Greg always had a Jagd terrier when I knew him. He took off one morning to check traps and about five minutes later came pulling back in the drive way and jumped out of the PU and left his door open. His dog was sitting on the seat and just sat there knowing he was coming right back. He came out of the house and saw my Jagd, and was trying to call him by his dogs name. My dog never looked up, he wasn't calling his name. Greg was getting madder by the second because in his mind, his dog was not listening. His dog was sitting on the seat wondering what was wrong with him. He was yelling at what he thought was his dog, if it didn't get in the truck he was leaving with out it. He climbed in and that was when he figured out his dog was already in the PU. My dog never did look up at him. I was lucky enough to see the entire thing. That evening he maybe caught a little heck for not even knowing his own dog.

Greg and his wife Jackie were fixtures at the MN trapping convention for years until his health started to slip. Greg had been battling the cancer for a few years.

If I remember right he boxed in his youth.

He used to go to texas and trap a ranch for a guy put up some large numbers of coyotes.

Greg might have boxed some when he was in the Navy too. He could catch his share of fur.