The Whitetails Of Summer...

[CM Sackett]

For three years now, my dear friend, GLENN SMITH, has urged me to make a summer jaunt to his ranch. A few days of hogs and varmits, steaks-n-cigars-n-hot Black, and good company.

But it's the initial 2-day foray that really sets the different tone for these May-July excursions... BOWFISHING for those big, beautiful logs with teeth your lakes and rivers still hold in goodly numbers.

Glenn and Dave Mayfield with a BEAUTY!



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[DaDust]

That's awesome

[schlag77]

dang thats a logggggg! nice run

[CM Sackett]

As soon as projects/work picks back up, my books go 'viral' (lol!) or some uncle I don't know about leaves me a gas lease on the Anadarko Shale... I'm making that trip (he keeps telling me it's his 'treat'. The friendship is what's precious to us both... but I'll wait till it's a TREAT to share in the costs).

Anyhow, was looking through more folders and files of jaunts gone by... thought maybe you folks would enjoy seeing what an Okie, in the Delta of Arkansas does from March till September.

I call 'em 'The WHITETAILS Of Summer'.

[DorothyNotKeegan]

Holy pescado!

[CM Sackett]

The ground I haunt is criss-crossed with live creeks (those that Nature made, long ago), feeder creeks (those the WPA added in the Depression) and rice ditches... along with bayous and rivers as old and cranky today as they were when Lewis and Clark stumbled their way through 'em.

NOTE: The entire 'gator gar' fishing craze that stormed the world, literally (folks came from Japan, China, Russia, Europe to fish for those "prehistoric monsters" as they were billed), it literally began right behind my place... on the L'Anguille river, in 1956.

They fished, shotgunned, 30-06'd and dynamited the log jam of brutes we had in the L'Anguile, White and Cache rivers down to a very rare sighting sight... in a little over 3 years.

They're coming back, to some degree.

Here is what most of the ground I hunt looks like...


Well, I tell ya what. If you folks don't mind - I'll just take you along on a couple of jaunts from days past. You can see for yourself, my home. The land. The fish... and the ACTION.

Fair 'nough?

[CM Sackett]

Just Another Day... In The Neighborhood (June 12, 2005)

When we set out this mornin', there were thunder storms a brewin'. As I sipped my coffee the light was soft and moody, and the air cool.


"Leavin' Out..."

[CM Sackett]

We drove North out of Forrest City on Hwy 1, then turned West, at Colt and drove another 20 miles into the 1930's.



"SOMEONE'S FADED HOPES & DREAMS"

[CM Sackett]

Every time I pass this place, I can't help but wonder, how many children were born there... how many nights of worryin'... how many smiles and suppers and sighs?


"GHOSTS OF DREAMS PAST"

[CM Sackett]

One thing about the Delta... you're GONNA share the landscape with THESE BIRDS.



"FLYIN' IN..."


"LOADING UP"

[CM Sackett]

Sometimes, the trip out there is at least half the wonder...

Anyhow, we did get there, just as the clouds started really churnin'. It was beautiful!



"ON THE BEND"

[CM Sackett]

And fellas, let me tell you... it didn't take long to see the residents "cruisin" the neighborhood!



"TORPEDO PROFILE"


"CREEK TIGER"

[CM Sackett]

And there WERE a few to choose from...


"RUSH-HOUR"


"TRAFFIC"

[CM Sackett]

Between the boiling sky and the rum colored water, it would have been a grand mornin' to just stand and take it all in.

But we came for fish... and it didn't take long to make contact!


"CONTACT!"

[CM Sackett]

"CLOUD RUMBLE"


"THE FIGHT IS ON..."


"QUIK STRIKE"