West from Memphis
My journey from the flooded timber of the Delta to the quail fields of far West Texas
Just before Thanksgiving, East Arkansas transforms from a big rice field into a sportsman’s paradise. Or at least it did when I was growing up.
Opening morning
About an hour before sunlight, my grandpa’s old johnboat gets warm and starts the journey through flooded timber stands of…
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