Arthur "Art" Charles Hulse

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December 20, 1945 ~ July 11, 2026

Born in: Secaucus, New Jersey
Resided in: Asheville, North Carolina

Arthur Charles Hulse died on July 11, 2026, with his wife Alicia by his side. Art was born in Secaucus, New Jersey on December 20, 1945. He was the son of the late Bertha and Albert Hulse.

An indifferent student in high school, he was amazed that he was accepted into a undergraduate program in biology at Bloomfield College, a small institution in New Jersey. There, his natural intellect was awakened, and he went on to receive Master’s (1970) and Ph.D. (1974) degrees at Arizona State University. He then spent two years conducting field research in Argentina (1974-1976) as a post-doctoral student at the University of Texas at Austin. He joined the faculty at Indiana University of Pennsylvania in 1976 and remained there until retirement in 2006. Art was a herpetologist – a student of reptiles and amphibians – and always acknowledged that he was lucky to spend his life doing what he loved. He mentored many students and left a legacy of numerous publications, including a book on reptiles and amphibians of Pennsylvania. His last research project was on the eastern hellbender.

In 2005, he was married to long-time colleague and friend Alicia Linzey. Alicia’s wish was to live in the southern mountains upon retirement and Art just wanted to be at her side. They spent the next 20 years enjoying the Asheville area and working to improve wildlife habitat, with the Beaver Lake Bird Sanctuary being their special passion. They also travelled the world, having visited 79 countries to immerse themselves in scuba diving, hiking, food and wine, and (especially) wildlife. When Art hung up his binoculars, they had seen almost half of the world’s bird species, as well as many iconic mammals. Art was a gourmet cook, master of trivia, crossword addict, native plants gardener, and hoarder of ragged t-shirts.

Art is survived by his wife Alicia, son Caleb Hulse (Joanna) of Marietta, Pennsylvania, and Alicia’s sons David Linzey (Debi) of Conner, Montana and Thomas Linzey (Mari) of Spokane, Washington. He leaves behind many friends all over the world who looked beyond his rather gruff exterior to appreciate his passion for life, his honesty, and his generosity.

No services are planned. His wish was to be cremated and his ashes will be scattered in the places he loved where his elements can join the web of life.

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Funeral Home Assisting The Family:

Groce Funeral Home at Lake Julian
72 Long Shoals Road
Arden, NC 28704

(828) 687-3530
http://grocefuneralhome.com

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  1. Art will forever be in our hearts ❤️.
    His love knew no boundary, boarder or race.

    Rest in eternal peace Art ❤️.

  2. I will will certainly miss Art. His humor and view of life were fresh and original and held great appeal for me. He as one of the few people whose company I never tired of. I’m honored to have called him my friend.

  3. I will forever cherish my time working with Art at IUP. A great colleague and friend. And his cooking was par to none.

    • John and I met Art and Alicia while taking a class on native plant identification. We quickly realized we had found our kindred spirits. We shared a love of nature, hiking, travel, searching for new breweries and wineries, and sampling Art’s latest recipe. We will miss our dear friend.

  4. Today we gathered the ingredients for “Art’s salsa recipe.” We’ve been making his salsa recipe for many years. It has become a family favorite. Our condolences to Alicia and all of Art’s family. Tony and Sandy

  5. Art lived a truly remarkable life, touching countless lives through his passion, generosity, and love for nature. May the precious memories shared bring comfort and strength to all his family and friends. Rest in eternal peace, Art. You will be deeply missed.

  6. First impressions of Art: a cowboy from New Jersey?

    We were both young, untenured faculty in a town that doubled in size when IUP was in session, meaning every other storefront on main street was a student bar – exception (at least for a while), the Brown Hotel.

    Over many hours playing pool at the Brown Hotel, I was informed that pointy cowboy boots were ideal for inserting your foot into a stirrup and the snaps that replaced buttons on a cowboy shirt were handy as you were able to put on your shirt with one hand (the other holding the reins of the horse). Further, I recall several late-night conversations with you insisting you would not live past 50 (implication being, why not spend the limited time you have in this bar). Well, you/we made it far beyond 50 and if Chris was on my shoulder, she would now whisper “it was due to the good woman in your life” — and we both know she is correct.

    Thinking of you over the last several weeks, one word and one phrase kept popping into my mind. They are “irascible” and “true grit” (sorry, cannot get away from the cowboy theme).

    A couple of stories that relate to the above.

    Recall the student evaluations that IUP required at the end of every semester that included several multiple-choice questions with resulting ratings largely dependent on how many A’s were given out. These were largely ignored by us. But there was an open ended “other” question at the end where IF a student was serious enough to take the time, they could write in a comment. We were only interested in the thoughts of serious students and so unlike the multiple-choice responses, the comments were read. To set the stage, see yourself as your students did at the lecture wearing Levi’s, a snap-closure shirt and cowboy boots. My favorite from your evaluations was a student who asked, “Who dresses you?”

    And then there is “irascible” in that you always had DEFINATE ideas on any topic and defended that point of view vigorously, until, of course, you changed your mind in which case you defended an idea one eighty from the first with equal vigor. I was also impressed with your expressive body language. For example, during hot discussions in faculty meetings, you would stretch your legs and place your cowboy boots onto the lab table you were sitting at to emphasize your point.

    The “true grit” is best illustrated by another classic Art story. Not only was the trend (sadly, still occurring) to inflate grades, which as noted above tended to improve student ratings necessary for tenure and promotion. But with shrinking state budgets, IUP was increasingly dependent upon tuition dollars and therefore the holy word “retention” came down from on high. Keep the students regardless of their performance – keep the tuition dollars.

    A student appears during Art’s office hours at the end of the semester “Dr. Hulse, it is true that I rarely attended class and equally true that I did not do well on your exams, but I did try very hard and thus do not feel I deserved the “F” grade you gave me.” Dr Hulse’s response: “Well son, I agree that you did not deserve the “F”, unfortunately, they will not allow me to give you a lower grade.”

    In short, you “stuck to your guns” (OK, this cowboy stuff is now going too far) which was also part of the irascible with the result that you are the epitome of “what you see if what you get.” All who have taken the time to get to know you know exactly where you stand and admire the integrity which you maintain under the greatest pressure. Of course, another prime example of your constancy is your enduring love for and support of Alicia (the aforementioned “good woman” in your life).

    You have lived the good life with YOU defining “good” to include high principles (occasionally shifting, but to an equally high alternate principle) in a world where sadly, principles, high or low are increasingly hard to find. You are a good man who benefited most everyone you encountered (although some did not realize it at the time) – I certainly benefited.

    The note we received from Alicia was entitled “End of the road for Art” – it was a road you traveled well with an integrity that intimidated some but was admired by all. That you for sharing that road with me – and so many others that admire and love you.

  7. I’m sure what I noticed first when I arrived at IUP in 1988 was the “gruff exterior.” But it didn’t take me long to realize that it covered – protected, perhaps – a warm and caring man. And a brilliant biologist. You could disagree with Art, and I sometimes did, but that didn’t keep you from liking him or from him liking you. And in a sometimes contentious department, that was a welcome gift. I can’t claim to have known him well, but I did have the pleasure of enjoying his culinary gifts more than once in my early days in the department. And the time I did spend in his company I always enjoyed. He was always interesting and interested.
    And Alicia, my heart goes out to you in this time of loss. I know what it is to lose the love of your life. And it sounds as though that is exactly what you were to each other.
    Peace Alicia,
    Barkley

  8. I had the privilege of meeting Art as a board member of BRAC. He was a very gentle man, and he shared his love for nature with us. I am fortunate to have met Art.

  9. A man of integrity who will be greatly missed by our family, who contributed a lot to the growth of the family.
    Your companionship will be missed
    for ever.

  10. I met Art and Alisa over a decade ago when Art joined the Men’s Garden Club of Asheville. We enjoyed Art and Alisa’s company many times at various in-home events. I will miss Art, but will always have fond memories of him.

  11. Some of my fondest memories of graduate school at IUP are with Art. He and I would talk about so many things while knee deep in muck. He was responsible for my lifelong interest in herpetology, and I’ll always remember the time I spent with him as one of his last graduate students. Godspeed, Dr. Hulse. You will be missed.


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