Stephen “Bubba” Warren Smith was born on July 7,1949 in Huntsville, Alabama. A lifelong member of the Saints Motorcycle Club (M/C) of Alabama, he closed the chapter on his amazing life on 23 December 2025, leaving behind his adoring wife of 47 years, Jean Ann Brymer (better known as Scratch); sisters, Susie Smith Brown and Robin Smith; brother-in-law, Jim Brown; nieces, Mallary Fuller and Shelby Fuller; nephew, Christopher Fuller, great niece, Hazel Fuller; great nephew, Cashton Fuller; brother-in-law, Mel Simpson; sister-in-law, Renee Simpson, nieces, Kelly V. Givan (Steve Givan) and Jennifer V. Goecke (Paul Goecke); great niece, Paige Givan; great nephews, Parker Given and Connor Goecke; and great niece, Collins Goecke. He also leaves behind cousins, Pat Smith (Pam Smith), Mike Smith and family, and the Robertsons.
He positively influenced the lives of thousands of friends, M/C Club brothers and their families, neighbors, and former workmates. His mom, Lois Archambeault Smith, and father, Wilfred Warren Smith, preceded him in death.
Vietnam veteran, master electrician, caver/cave rescuer, pool shark, tall-tale teller, artifact hunter, catfish whisperer, animal lover, absolutely beloved by children, gifted Willie Nelson’s songs singer, #1 fan of the Pine Box Boys band, and all around just the coolest man, best husband and finest brother ever, Bubba never met a stranger, and was loved by everyone he met.
He graduated from, and played football for, Lee High School in the late-60s with Coach Keith Wilson. He had great adventures in Florida to California and in-between before serving in Vietnam in the early 70’s. Proud of his electrician years, he loved pointing out the many Huntsville homes and city facilities he helped build, including the early wiring of Cathedral Caverns. Bubba and Scratch enjoyed such a fantastic life together and loved riding Harleys through the Blue Ridge Mountains. Bubba provided safe haven and a strikingly beautiful, peaceful gathering site for thousands of bikers, families, friends, and church folk at his Motorcycle Clubhouse on the Flint River. He was kind and gentle to a fault, mastered the art of peaceful living, and will be missed most terribly. His legacy lives on through the lives touched and the love shared. He is gone but will never be forgotten.
