ArkanSLAW

The ugly dog behind this blog has made the move. I’ve taken up residence in a little farmhouse up in the hills of Stone County. I like it pretty well. The motherland of tailwaters is within an hour’s drive, and all sorts of feather and fur roam and root just behind the back fence.

Now, Arkansas isn’t for everyone (we prolly don’t want you anyway), but if you love funny uncles, pulled pork, and feel nakie not sporting a piece of seclusion 3D, move your shit because this is the place for you.

All rib jibs aside, Arkansas is great. Some golden folks up here, and just as pretty as can be.

F.Y.I.- this Spring Bear ‘spects to work himself into a haggard mess in the next few months. You’ve no doubt become accustomed to the lack of fish porn, so I won’t apologize for its continued absence. However, I’ve decided to snuff a big ol’ greasy thumbnail of old timey into the nostrils of this blog.

We’ll start with Jimmy Driftwood. He lived but a mile down the road until the old ticker attacked.