On my way to speak to a group in Mountain Home a few nights ago, I crossed Crooked Creek near Yellville. For some reason it caused my heart to ache a little for another time. I lived in north Arkansas for about 25 years, and Crooked Creek was a special place, the little river where I spent hours and hours, the best smallmouth stream I have ever cast a lure into.
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