Mr R.O. Bell carried his son Don and I camping at Big Island Shute when I was 14. We carried a blanket each and some food.
Don and I slept on the ground and Mr. R.O. slept in the truck. The timber was huge and the forrest floor was covered with
swamp grass about boot top tall. After that trip I spent thousands on thousands of hours tromping that bottom. On a mornings
squirrel hunt you might see 50 deer. Once in while a bear or turkey. I'm glad I got a chance to experience it. They started
cutting the timber a few years after that. I was told by a warden, some time after they started harvesting the timber, that the
University of Arkansas got 60 percent of the money produced from the timber sales and they wanted it all cut. It was and is
a magical place. Even with all the improvements.