
Elton Turcotte is one of those friends that maintains a certain level of fame within our family. A holdover from when my parents were young and wild, Elton has maintained his child-like antics well into adulthood. From the first time I could understand who Elton was, I was terrified of him. He swore like a sailor, dressed like a logger, and left no child untortured — even if she was quiet and skiddish and clearly uninterested in adult banter.

There are plenty of characters in northern Idaho, but Elton has long been our character. As socially incorrect and foul-mouthed as he can be, Elton is one of the sweetest and most genuine people we know. Always willing to lend a hand while you butcher your deer in his “clean room”, or offer space in his envious machine shop, Elton is the go-to guy when guys in the Northwest need to get stuff done. He’s a bit of a homesteader, having raised beef and chickens on his land and most interesting to me, he keeps bees. Elton has been keeping bees since the 1970’s and has long supplied our family and other lucky friends with fresh Turcotte’s Bees honey. I could never quite understand how the same man who threatened to hang me by my socks also created the key ingredient to my favorite sandwich (peanut butter and honey).

While home for July, I asked my dad to contact Elton. Not sure if this was a good idea, I prepped myself for the imminent barrage of insults and barbs. But when we arrived, Elton seemed milder…he’d found a new woman. She’s wonderful! We had a fantastic chat about his hives (which also suffered greatly in the recent bee blight), his visits to the local elementary schools to give bee tutorials, and of course the details of his hives and the process of extracting the honey. Unfortunately, the bees weren’t ready to hand over their combs yet, but I’m hoping to get my hands on a jar of Turcotte’s Bees honey as soon as it’s available.
Thanks again, Elton!


























