I’m drafting this on the plane headed back from my two-day fishing trip on the White River in Arkansas. This piece feels harder to write than my “hopes” article, maybe, because my hopes were fulfilled. Perhaps this blog, our collective obsession, is all based on hope: the hope that the next cast will produce a

I’m setting off on my third annual trip to the White River around Cotter, Arkansas. This tradition began a few years ago when my father and a good friend discovered the incredible fishery, along with an exceptional lodge (Cranor’s). The river offers anglers the chance to catch brown trout measured in pounds, not inches. Our

It’s hard to explain how big, how wide, and how overwhelming Arkansas’ White River appeared when we first came upon it. There was just so much water, all of it moving down at a good pace. With flows at 27,000 cfs, it was a volume of moving freshwater that you rarely see. Enormous and somewhat