Terry Beeson

Oh, no, Chief... An indicator is completely different...

Cork - generic term for a bobber no matter what material it's made of...

Tim... nice pheesh!! Creek DOES look good! It's very easy to get hooked on Crane for sure. Care to reveal which part of Crane those pics were taken?

One is mono and the other flourocarbon? One tip will be the avatar... (Semper Fi courtesy of my dad...)

You can follow the money on this one... AGFC owns quite a bit of property in NW Arkansas that is now under a lot of exploration for natural gas. Ed Gorton/Point Remove WMA has a well on it that is going to be quite a prize. AGFC owns mineral rights on much of this property and the legislature sees that as money out of their pockets since it will go to AGFC instead of the general fund. Otherwise, they do not want anything to do with the commission... The good news is my mom owns some mineral rights in the section where one of the gas wells is going in...

Just remember your job is to spoil her rotton!!!!

OK, Don... I've been there and left... You can go now... So can everyone else. I left plenty to buy... Be sure to check out the tiers... Doing some really good stuff!!!

Click here for generation schedule... Looks like they are running today with a bit of a break down to one unit this afternoon. You'll have to wait to check tomorrow's schedule. My bet is with the rain, they will do some genning, but no promises... Taney has been fishing very well lately.

Brian is the expert on the North Fork - Missouri side... But if you are talking the Norfork tailwaters below Norfork Dam... Wading at the park below the dam is good, but can get a bit crowded. One bonus is that you can hear the horn if they turn the water on and get out. The other wading access would be at the Handicap access, which you have to go to Norfork (the town) and drive back up the county road along the west side of the river to reach. REALLY good fishing there. As for food, you're best bet is to go into Mountain Home for a bite. Plenty of chains and locals to choose from. For Norfork itself, I'm not familiar with any of the local spots. I would check the generation schedule and make the decision based on that. I'm willing to bet there will be some wading this weekend, though.

I wanna go to THAT birthday party!!!!!

I WANNA BE 14 AGAIN!!!! NICE PHEESH!!!!!

You're not thinking of Crowbar Russell, are you? OMG don't get him confused with Junior... Don... I'm wondering what I get for 26th?

Hey Michael... Is the fly tying class the same day? I'm stoked! Got my pennies saved up for Saturday!!!

Jerod, There are LOTS of options here. If you are going to the Little Red, there are three places on the river that would be nice. Click here to look at them. I know Lindsey's is a good place and don't know a lot about the others, but they should be good as well. For BSD and Norfork tailwaters, there are a LOT of choices. Just depends on what you are looking for. White River Inn - Tell Moose I sent you His Place Resort Riverside Resort - Chris and Carol are great folks River Cliff Cabins - Tell Jimmy T I sent you... Rim Shoals - Gary Flippin can tell you minute by minute what's going on in the river at any point... LOL There are places in Mountain Home that will keep you close to both dams. Several restaurants to choose from there. But if you stay on the river, I think you and the family will enjoy it much more and you are not that far from good dining. As for wading, I like BSD, Wildcat, Rim Shoals on the White. Also nice wading in Cotter, but not on my favorites list. Norfork... Only two ways to go. Either up by the dam or at the Handicap Access. Great fishing at that spot. The dam area can be a bit crowded.

The begging question as to whether the fisherman with so-called "conventional tackle" can be considered welcome in the area meant for wading, I think not. For the Hodgeman rubber soled hip wader wearing individual adorned in his NASCAR cap, Bass Pro tee shirt, Red Head jeans and WalMart FLW sunglasses casting plugs and jigs made in third world countries by child slave labor using monofilament line and noisily making his way into the water with the sound of a chain with oversized clasps intended to hold fish taken for the evening meal or the freezer can in no way compare to the worthy fly angler. Take your Zebco 33 and Eagle Claw rod back to the parking lot. Fashion alone sets the fly angler apart from his nemesis with felt soled wading boots wrapped with zippered gravel guards over co-extruded nylon and polyester fabric with Gore-Tex chest waders accenting the Columbia fishing shirt complete with pockets for the plethora of tools and materials necessary for any successful day on the river. Not to mention the vest/chest/back/fanny pack loaded with C&F fly boxes of hand tied flies and other essentials to the sport of angling. This topped off with prescription FishGilz polarized sunglasses in three different shades for maximum optical resolution and the quntessential Fedora adorning his head, the fly angler is complete but for the Cohiba to keep the gnats and mosquitos at bay or to celebrate the successful hunt for his prey at the end of the day along with a dram of single malt. Why, just the logos on his gear - Simms, Cloudveil, Fish Pond, Sage, RIO, William and Joseph, Wright and McGill, Hardy, and Winston - exude the very essence of angling superiority. What measure of a man would want to interrupt the sound of water rushing over these fine waders, the swish of the backcast and forward cast, and the snap of the fly line off the water's surface followed by a toned down "fish on!" with the likes of the whoops and shouts those of the spin casting format when they rip their Zebcos and Shakespeares in the air to set the hook on a fish? These hooligans should be banned from these areas never to be allowed to even cast their eyes on the calming waters of the Blue Ribbon areas. Any who do dare to step up to the shores with their little cleos, rapalas, jigs, and bobbers should be shot on site!! And their remains hung from the big tree by the pavillion by their stringers for all to see. But alas, those who choose this archaic and inferior form of angling are afforded the opportunity to practice their hobby alongside we true anglers. However, they will do so with the scowls of us fly anglers searing through their flesh until they feel the heat and move on to the backyard catfish mudhole where they belong... I hope ya'll enjoyed readin' that line of bull as much as I enjoyed putting it together... Fish on, Brudda... Fish on!!!! By the way... speaking of which... I gotta find my Zebco 33. Crappie fishin' is right around the corner...

I'm addicted to watching kids catch big trout in DRC myself!! Great story! Can't wait to see the pictures...

Such a nice guy... Hey Tippet... what he failed to tell is that this fly is tied using PowerBait flavored foam...

Yeah... I checked my phone and took it in to have it checked out. Seems it didn't ring yesterday... Anyway... NICE PHEESH!!!! Was Madelyn rowing last night?

Well, Zach, it was this weekend in Mountain Home. GREAT fishing and a lot of fun at the Sowbug itself. If you weren't there, you missed a great time on the water and off!!

Noticed the Didymo up by the dam, too... Shame... But, gotta live with it for a while, I suppose. Did you not tie at Sowbug, Jeremy? I looked for you, but didn't see you.

Yeah... it is kinda addicting for sure... Now we've got to get you to come a couple of days earlier and get in on the Sowbug Roundup...

Great! Keep those kids coming to the water! We need more of 'em fishin' and huntin' and off the computers, game consoles, and cell phones!!!

Yep... any day on the Spring is a good day. Where did you do lunch? My step-daughter works at Riverbend.

Go for it for sure... But just think of all the wonderful things you're missing by not usiing a fly rod... There are whites in Beaver and Blunk Hole?

Reminds me of an Irish joke... Brenda O'Malley is home as usual, making dinner, when Tim Finnegan arrives at her door. "Brenda, may I come in?" he asks. "I've somethin' to tell ya." "Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim. But where's me husband?" "That's what I'm here to be tellin' ya, Brenda. There was an accident down at the Guinness brewery..." "Oh, God no!" cries Brenda. "Please don't tell me..." "I must, Brenda. Your husband Seamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry." Brenda reached a hand out to her side, found the arm of the rocking chair by the fireplace, pulled the chair to her and collapsed into it. She wept for many minutes. Finally she looked up at Tim. "How did it happen, Tim?" "It was terrible, Brenda. Seamus fell into a vat of Guinness Stout and drowned." "Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me true, Tim. Did he at least go quickly?" "Well, Brenda... no." "No?" "Fact is, he got out three times to pee."