Arnie was a fine friend, mentor and talented TV reporter. We worked together at KID, Idaho Falls, in the late 1960s and early ‘70s, and at KOIN, Portland, in the mid-‘70s. Arnie will ever be in my heart.
It was wonderful to visit him earlier this year at his Payette home, and to recognize, even in his illness, he still had the spark of humor and love of life that defined him so well and made him welcome to all who knew him.
Arnie would take me fishing back in my Idaho days. He thought he could imbue me with the love of the sport. Didn't work out that way. But I managed to have fine times just being with Arnie and listening to his yarns.
I nearly froze to death on one memorable trip to the Salmon River. On the way, he asked me to open the jockey box to retrieve a pen. Out rolled his trusty 44 mag. The thing was huge. And loaded.
Well, he let me shoot the gun as I stood by the raging Salmon. The roar of the river was nothing compared to the sound of that pistol, the recoil of which nearly knocked me on my keister. But the excitement warmed my bones through and through.
Arnie caught two fish that day. It was an Arnie kind of day.
Remember him well, all you who knew him, for his goodwill, his excellent reporting and his fish stories.