It's back to the salt mine tomorrow, but in the mean time, the ACT story must continue. After several days away from the story, my thoughts have scattered like shot at quail after a covey rise, but here goes...

No Crappie so far after fishing Beaver, but we are to stay behind the locked gates of Hot Springs Village and surely a crappie will bite, but I can feel the dark mojo getting stronger as each mile passes under our vehicle. We arrive at HSV on monday and as I gazed out into the forest at our place of lodging, it seemed the trees were mocking me sticking out their tongues and the wind through their branches seemed to be whispering "no crappie, no crappie, no crappie", but perhaps it was only my mind playing cruel tricks after fight the traffic from Rogers, Ar to HSV, but again...was it my mind?????
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