Bobber my man, you're killing me. If I live long enough, I'll know every decent smallie that lives in that river by name. For now, I have to read your trip reports and grit my teeth. For some reason, my life doesn't seem to be my own anymore.
Come Hell or high water, I'll live in Arkansas within 5 years. I might be divorced, broke, and living on pork and beans, but'll have good fishing gear and more chances to use it.
I'm 5 hours away and I have to work at the hospital this weekend so I'm O-U-T.