Opinion

FIRST DISTRICT

America is exceptional, and that’s something we must never forget. But for the past two years, the Biden Administration and a Democrat-led Congress have failed to keep their promises about uniting the American people and bringing in an era of quiet and competent leadership.
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People are Dying to Get in There

October was a lot of skeletons and zombies and ghosts, and it made me realize that Halloween omits an important step before the afterlife. The transition. All of these spirits were once living but now they’re dead. Fine, technically a zombie is undead. Which is a confusing. The prefix “un” means the absence of something.
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GROWING UP FLIPPIN

Last weekend I enjoyed breakfast at one of the long-time restaurants in Bull Shoals. It was a beautiful autumn day so, before going home, I drove around the town a bit and thought about visits there when I was a kid.
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October Memories

Ain’t October wonderful! It’s the best month of the year for fishing and hunting, except maybe for November and April, and possibly May and December. I once spent most of October in Canada, fishing for walleye, crappie and smallmouth, and hunting ruffed grouse and ducks and geese. We would start on the Lake of the Woods in northwest Ontario and then move over into Manitoba’s prairie pothole country where ducks and geese numbered in the millions. One October evening I caught a ten-pound walleye in Manitoba’s Red River after hunting geese all morning.
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Productive And Non-Productive Ground

With this year’s unpredictable weather, one must evaluate what changes could be made to their property to get the most production out of it no matter what weather we receive. We had a wetter than normal spring leading into summer, then into drought conditions followed by rain then back to the drought conditions we are now facing.
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The Trees of My Childhood

As I began thinking about this topic, I remembered the trees of my childhood backyard on Alford Street. Fortunately, the folks who own the home now are friends of mine so when I asked if I could come take a look at “their” backyard, they were more than willing, so off I went.
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