Jeffrey Scot Zaccor

Birth date: Jun 4, 1957 Death date: Mar 8, 2024

Jeffrey Scot Zaccor, 66, of Huntersville died March 8, 2024 at his home. He was born on June 4, 1957 in San Francisco, CA to the late James and Martha Zaccor. Siblings include Karen Zaccor and his late brother Gary Zaccor. Scot a Read Obituary

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Letisha Corzine

47w ago

Scot was like a dad to me! My aunt Helen raised me and my sister and scot was family my whole childhood! I would love to connect with any of you guys on socials etc 5415917889 this is Letisha 💕

Laura Hawkins

74w ago

Scot was one in a million. He was brash, bold, honest, and incredibly giving. He also had no filter which made him one of my kids' favorite people. I'm pretty sure every colorful word they learned they learned from Scot. He and Kristin were there for me and my kids from the time they were little. Scot was a great example to my kids of someone that would be there without fail. He was always authentically himself -- even going so far as to put on some old fairy wings of my daughter's and stand in the middle of our street during our garage sale just to get a laugh. We miss him dearly and will never stop.

Austin Zaccor

78w ago

One of my favorite stories about Scot comes from him working with my dad, Gary. Gary liked to be the first one on a job site, and would wake up exceedingly early to ensure that he was. Scot liked to stir the pot, so one day he gets to the job site around 4:30am to get there before Gary. When Gary showed up, he asked him how long he'd been working for, and the next day arrived even earlier than that to make sure he would be the first on the site. However, Scot anticipated this as well, and got there even earlier still, telling Gary he couldn't really sleep so he just decided to swing by and get some work done. This went on for some time until Scot had my dad arriving to work around 3:00am.

Scot made sure I knew I always had somewhere to go if I needed at a pivotal time in my life. Wherever I was in the world, no matter what was going on, I knew that if I needed a place to stay, I would always be welcome at his house. I spent most Christmases with Scot over the last 10 years, as we shared a distaste for the holiday spirit and it was as good a time as any to go see him and the dogs.

Scot was an important figure in my life and I will be forever grateful for what he provided me. Much love to Kristin, Brittany, Luis, and Cami. I'll see you all soon.

Matt Worth

81w ago

My earliest memories of Scott were just after High School where I met him through mutual friends. I can say I was always intrigued by this passion to take things to the extreme limit . Whether we were Partying or just being stupid , Scott always added a New things to the things we were doing . One day visiting him at his Home in Atherton . I found him trying out his new compound Bow he has just purchased. , He had place a hay bail with target against the side of his Home and was firing arrows . Hey Matt want to try my new Bow , I said sure but what if the arrows go through into you house , he stated no problem I already put a few through there already! Turns out the arrows were entering into where he had just purchased new stereo equipment and did not seem to care. He took no value in the items , as they could be replaced, but the will to live life without restrictions was what I got the most out of Scott. He definitely was one of a kind. And we shared many other memories I will never forget. Scott rest in peace.

Mark De Wit

81w ago

Photos of Scot

Left - Scot circa year 2000. In response to haranguing him to wear his personal protection equipment (PPE), Scot collected and donned all the PPE and safety equipment he could lay his hands on just to prove he could follow project rules at least once.

Right - Scot and Gary, December 2, 1992

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Mark De Wit

81w ago

My favorite recollections of Scot are from our teenage years. We met in Mr. Crane’s 2nd period PE class at Woodside High School in September 1975. For me it was an encounter with the most dynamic, quick-witted, and irascible person I have ever met. Athletically, Scot was gifted with his strength (he could do one-arm pullups) and he was a phenomenal hacky-sac player and a capable gymnast. Scot exhibited a fierce competitive streak and did not readily accept losing, always giving his strongest effort. He played hard and fair. In PE volleyball on opposite sides of the net, we took a dislike of each other initially. Scot played to spike the ball as hard as possible, to win the point while inflicting physical punishment upon the opposing team. Soon, we developed a rapport as worthy adversaries, eventually becoming friends. Later in the same PE class, Scot once became particularly irritated by the ball from the adjacent court repeatedly bouncing into his court disrupting our match. After several intrusions, Scot grabbed the ball, ran to the gym exit double-doors, kicked them open, stepped outside and booted the ball over two classroom wings. Scot was not one for half measures. He received no reprimand. Mr. Crane just shook his head but seemed to understand this unique student.

Also at Woodside High, Scot and Gary joined the school’s Mountaineering Club pursuing their interest in rock climbing, meeting other classmates in the process, some of whom became their longtime friends. Camping and climbing trips with Scot, Gary, and our close-knit group to Yosemite Valley and Pinnacles National Monument were the greatest fun. These trips were enhanced by Scot’s legendary car stereo system in his 1965 Ford Country Squire station wagon. With a powerful amp and reflecting home speakers, the system delivered high quality sound played at high volume when circumstances allowed, which was most of the time as far as Scot was concerned. On the rock, Scot was not the most elegant climber, but what he lacked in climbing style he made up for with his strength and resolve. Wearing only ordinary tennis shoes, Scot’s ascent of the Yosemite test-piece route called Crimson Cringe (YDS 5.12b rating), at the upper end of the technical standards of the mid-1970s, was an unheard-of rock climbing feat. Years later, renowned climbing author, John Long, wrote, “Gary’s last name was Zaccor. His brother Scot was a very talented but not very dedicated climber who could climb the cringe in tennis shoes (not the sticky rubber approach shoes of today) without too much trouble. That’s just not fair…”

As some may know, Scot suffered a severe injury from a chainsaw accident at age 19. Only Scot could have survived the lightning-quick kickback that cut across his neck side to side. Eighty stitches and only a day and a half later, Scot left the hospital. He began his own rehab program to counter the muscle atrophy in his left arm caused by a nerve severed in his neck. Through years of dedicated weight training starting with barely lifting a 2 ½ pound dumbbell, Scot regained his former strength demonstrating that he did not accept any limitation from the injury.

Scot was a generous person and a good friend. With his unique personality and acerbic wit, he was always entertaining and fun to be around. One didn’t have to work at keeping up with Scot, he simply swept you up in his personal force-field of humor and jobsite wisdom. He took you to a level of interaction and existence where you played your best game without thinking about it, like a game of Scot-driven volleyball. Those of us who were fortunate in our lives to be around Scot during his, be it at a jobsite, the base of a rock climb, listening to classic rock music in his car, or wherever, experienced someone very special. Surely, he will be remembered by all who met him. Scot will be greatly missed.

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Bob Smith

81w ago

I first met Scot in early high school, which would’ve been around 1973 or so. We had a group of friends that would hang out and play hacky-sack, tell stories - some of which, were even true…! I quickly met Gary, and would occasionally join them on their job sites, where they were in the tree-cutting business… A couple of guys and I would take some of the logs - split them and sell cordwood during those times. Apparently, on one job, the boys accidentally dropped a rather heavy log onto the corner of a tennis court and fractured the surface, and they had to rent a backhoe to repair the concrete - the homeowner asked him since they had the machine, would they like to bid on tearing their concrete pool out, which they gladly did. I think that’s how they started their demolition business.

I ended up going to Contractor license school with Scot and obtained my “B” license - general building contractor, and Scot got his “A” license, which is general engineering. We drove up to Sacramento together, because in those days, there were no computers or online testing… So I was in construction, and Scot was in destruction. I often joked that since I liked building things, and Scot liked breaking things, we could help keep each other in business!

I knew Scot’s parents, and he knew my parents. He was well liked and was welcome in our house anytime. I would be remiss, if I didn’t mention Helen Mawhinny, Scot’s longtime girlfriend. She may have known him as well, or better than anybody, and she stuck with him through a lot… And I mean a lot!

Scot and I took classes at Foothill College together in philosophy and engineering. We even took a gymnastics class once, and, of course, he was always one skill level above me in those endeavors, and he was kind enough to remind me of that… we also took several shooting classes together. We both had an interest in driving fast cars, going to Pink Floyd concerts… And I’ll never forget hanging out in Yosemite with Scot and some other friends while watching Gary climb El Capitan, and other incredible climbs which mere mortals dare not try… Scott was a good climber, he just never wanted to go on the planned routes with Gary… Although he’s one of the only guys I’ve ever seen who could do a one-armed pull up. A strong son of a bitch! Or maybe he just built up strength in that one arm somehow - ha ha!

Not that Scot slowed down, but at least he settled down eventually… Got married to Kristen, and together, they made a nice life together… Raising dogs, and I believe that he was very content during those times. He certainly loved his dogs - probably more than he loved himself, in my opinion…

All in all, Scot was one of the most honest people I’ve ever met, because you certainly knew what he thought of you, and where you stood in his mind… He told it like it was, whether it hurt or not… Scot was one of my best and longest lasting friends… Guess we’re talking about 50 some-odd years…

In closing, I’ll certainly miss talking with him. But one good thing is - he’s probably having some laughs with his beloved brother, Gary. I guess they’re back in business again…

Carry-on, boys!

Matthew Majoros

81w ago

Scot was a great friend to me, one of the very very few. My buddy to talk with in good times and hard times. A friend to shoot with and a friend to go to SHOT SHOW with. Life was always fun with Scot, as we joked mercilessly about everyone! When we became frustrated or pissed off, our jokes got better and better.

Scot was blessed (though he didn’t believe he was), with the unique ability to be truly un encumbered by other people’s thoughts, wishes, or preferences. As pictured below he felt proud to show how he really felt, and all the better if it pissed someone off! Together we would revel in disturbing the comfortable, and retelling the stories of our highlighted victories.

One of the favorites was passing the damn bicyclist’s on Alpine road, while driving at “unsafe” speeds. Ohh how he loved to piss off the bikers of Portola Valley. Traveling uphill on Old La Honda road (a particularly twisty road with poor visibility around corners) we would race up the hill, flying around corners at breakneck speeds, until…. Inevitably we would come across a lone bicyclist. They are arrogant, pissy monkey fuc*ers, so as Scot would pass them he would yell out well articulated colorful descriptions of their mating habits. Then off again we would go until the next two wheeled road blocking monkey fuc*er. Ahhh the good old days.

Thank you Scot Zaccor. I don’t know what comes after our lives here, but whatever comes next has a world class hell raiser on the way. I promise to laugh and joke about Scot, because he would have wanted it that way.

Friend

Matthew

Kasi Klopf

81w ago

I want to thank Scott and Kristan for all the opportunities you guys have given my family and all the Disney trips you guys would send me to making sure that I felt like a princess everytime I have to thank you guys for a lot of my childhood when I think of Disneyland, I think of you guys and always making sure that I was having fun I really did feel like a princess every time I went and I want to thank you guys for that. You have a big impact on my childhood and my whole life and I am very thankful and I can’t forget how scared I was of Scott Zaccor when I was a baby when he would growl at me I miss it alot and all the memories at the shop with Kristen and just having the most fun thank you so much

Scott Klopf

81w ago

I first meet Scot in 1995 when I showed up to work for Zaccor Companies for my first day. While Gary was quizzing me on my education, experience, skills and knowledge, Scot just wanted to know what was in my lunch box. Gary sent me off to complete my first tasks and Scot had me leave the lunch box with him for safe keeping. Lunch rolled around, no Scot no box. At the end of the day as I was packing up to go home, Scot returned the box and asked if I brought one of those every day and if so I could return the next day. I must of also satisfied Gary because they had plenty more tasks for me and I came with plenty of extra boxes, they called it my unemployment insurance. Then there were the trips to McDonalds to order twice as much food as the crew could possibly eat. We also spent a lot of time together traveling for work. Scot and I were usually roommates, now that was an experience. There was the time Gary had bought the entire crew steak and lobster. Me being an extremely slow eater and patients not being one of Scot or Gary’s strong suits, they were ready to go. I explained I was just about full as I took a bit of my baked potato and that’s when Gary told to “quit eating than damn potato, it only cost me a dime, and finish the lobster so we could get the hell out of here”. From then on I would have to order my meal with the drinks before everyone else. Scot took advantage of that, he would order two meals and he would still be waiting on me to finish.
We had lots of great times together, there were track days where we would get together with a bunch of friends, rent the track and race his cars the entire day, then usually race home (1 near arrest). Range days where we would load our car trunks with guns and ammunition and race up skyline at break neck speeds to see if we could. Shot guns all day, then load back up and race home (0 arrests). There was the day that his phone would not quit ringing while we were at the range so he took it out to the target and loadings it with lead. Can’t find that picture, I have several pictures of Scot, not many I can share. Everytime the camera came out he would provide some sort of obscene gesture. He was quite the character. Meetings were always a challenge, you would never know what he might come up with. Everywhere I go, someone has an impression that Scot left on them. He was a had worker and a fierce businessman.
He was a leader of men and had a devoted following. He was my mentor, my boss and my friend.
He loved and appreciated Kristin and his family and he was loved and will be missed.
God speed.

Mark De Wit

81w ago

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