August 7 ~ 1/2

Aug 7 blog 1. 

In an earlier blog, I mentioned Dave and Arlo, the two friends who tried to teach me how to not be afraid of fish (as much as you can teach a 65 year old pescaphobe.) It allowed me to enjoy the deep sea charter out of Homer and salmon fishing on the Kenai River. Peach and I met Dave and Arlo, and their wives, Bonnie and Dianne, several years ago at pickleball in Whitewater. We became fast friends, getting together frequently for  pickleball, to play euchre, or to have a fish fry of Dave and Arlo's captured haul. Arlo had been battling cancer all year and defied the odds many times over as he kept playing pickleball, kept playing very good euchre, and kept enjoying his Early Times and Coke, long after his predicted survival He never complained and was always a joy and inspiration to be around. Peach and I were very much hoping to get back from Alaska in time to play another game of euchre with Arlo and everyone, to share some laughs, and to perhaps have an Alaskan fish fry. Arlo Butt passed away yesterday. Our thoughts and prayers are with Arlo, his wife Dianne, his best friend Dave, and his wife Bonnie, and all of us would knew and loved him. Rest in peace, friend. And thanks for everything!

Arlo and Dianne

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  1. KristinAugust 8, 2023 at 5:44 AM

    I'm sorry for the loss of your friend. You have great memories to hold on to. xoxo

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  2. AnonymousAugust 9, 2023 at 1:07 PM

    So sorry to hear about your friend. His efforts paid off and look at what a great time you had fishing. because of Arlo. May he rest peacefully by enjoying endless hours of fishing in eternity. 🙏

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  3. AnonymousAugust 9, 2023 at 1:07 PM

    That was Enza 😊

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