James K. Joslin
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Sheridan Yellowjackets: Revamped Yellowjackets seek return flight to postseason
posted: 03/17/2013 6 a.m. Discuss
Mike Moore has been coaching baseball for 27 years. His Sheridan Yellowjackets tallied a 26-7 mark in 2012 but lost to El Dorado in the finals of the 6A state tournament. Instead of losing their fighting attitude, however, the Yellowjackets are buzzing about the possibilities for 2013. Sheridan will, though, have to overcome the graduation of many starters.
On a wing and a prairie: Arkansas town turns duck-crazy each year
updated: 11/21/2012 2 p.m. Discuss
Most folks around the state will be thinking about one bird today, the centerpiece of the Thanksgiving feast. Yes, I’m talking turkey. (And, no, I couldn’t resist.) While a fair portion of such birds will be devoured in one southeast Arkansas community today, it is another bird that will truly be the star attraction.
On a wing and a prairie: Arkansas town turns duck-crazy each year
updated: 11/21/2012 2:29 p.m. Discuss
Most folks around the state will be thinking about one bird today, the centerpiece of the Thanksgiving feast. Yes, I’m talking turkey. (And, no, I couldn’t resist.) While a fair portion of such birds will be devoured in one southeast Arkansas community today, it is another bird that will truly be the star attraction.
On a wing and a prairie: One Arkansas town turns duck-crazy each year
posted: 11/22/2012 midnight Discuss
Most folks around the state will be thinking about one bird today, the centerpiece of the Thanksgiving feast. Yes, I’m talking turkey. (And, no, I couldn’t resist.) While a fair portion of such birds will be devoured in one southeast Arkansas community today, it is another bird that will truly be the star attraction. To explain this phenomenon, I rewind to a day in a flooded bean field in east-central Arkansas. All the surrounding waters had frozen overnight. My hunting partners and I, however, had a deep hole in the corner of that field. Upon arriving in a shower of sleet pellets, we found the blind and decoys to be in the only open water for miles. Just 15 minutes later, we watched as several hundred birds circled above our heads. The group flew off for a minute; then nearly 100 mallards peeled back our direction, set their wings and fell into the decoys.
For the love of crappie: Fall has trips, tales of these panfish on my mind
updated: 11/02/2012 10:07 a.m. Discuss
I was 11 years old when I started fishing in earnest that summer with my neighbor, Mr. Roper. He lived across the street, was the neighborhood Santa Claus every year and owned a small-engine repair shop in town. The lattermost of those qualities meant that he knew just about every good fishin’ hole within 50 miles and that he had, or could likely get, permission to fish the majority.
For the love of crappie: Fall brings trips, tales of these panfish to my mind
posted: 11/04/2012 midnight Discuss
I was 11 years old when I started fishing in earnest that summer with my neighbor, Mr. Roper. He lived across the street, was the neighborhood Santa Claus every year and owned a small-engine repair shop in town. The lattermost of those qualities meant that he knew just about every good fishin’ hole within 50 miles — and that he had, or could likely get, permission to fish the majority. We fished for whatever would bite. But, I readily admit, among the most relished and relived days we shared are those times we spent crappie fishing.
For the love of crappie: Fall casts trips, tales of these panfish across my mind
posted: 11/04/2012 midnight Discuss
I was 11 years old when I started fishing in earnest that summer with my neighbor, Mr. Roper. He lived across the street, was the neighborhood Santa Claus every year and owned a small-engine repair shop in town. The lattermost of those qualities meant that he knew just about every good fishin’ hole within 50 miles — and that he had, or could likely get, permission to fish the majority. We fished for whatever would bite. But, I readily admit, among the most relished and relived days we shared are those times we spent crappie fishing.
Moving-water mayhem: Fishing can quickly become catching when you find some current
updated: 09/21/2012 9:16 a.m. Discuss
I had heard the talk — the secondhand reports detailing the action occurring in Greenville, Miss. The gist of the stories was that the bass were tearing up topwaters in the Mississippi backwater oxbow of Lake Ferguson. Like any respectable, red-blooded bass angler, I daydreamed myself into the middle of the melee.
Moving-water mayhem: Fishing can quickly become catching when you find some current
posted: 09/23/2012 midnight Discuss
I had heard the talk — the secondhand reports detailing the action occurring in Greenville, Miss. The gist of the stories was that the bass were tearing up topwaters in the Mississippi backwater oxbow of Lake Ferguson. Like any respectable, red-blooded bass angler, I daydreamed myself into the middle of the melee. Then came the call.
Moving-water mayhem: Fishing can quickly become catching when you find some current
updated: 09/21/2012 10:23 a.m. Discuss
I had heard the talk — the secondhand reports detailing the action occurring in Greenville, Miss. The gist of the stories was that the bass were tearing up topwaters in the Mississippi backwater oxbow of Lake Ferguson. Like any respectable, red-blooded bass angler, I daydreamed myself into the middle of the melee.
