Larry Dablemont

2 weeks ago | gasconadecountyrepublican.com | Larry Dablemont

Both of my sisters married Arkansas country boys, and I ended up with two of the finest brothers-in-law that I could have asked for.I don’t know if I could have done a better job of picking husbands for the two of them.One of the two became a highway patrolman.Billy Chadwick grew up at Witt Springs, Arkansas in the high mountains just to the north of the Buffalo River headwaters, some of the Ozarks prettiest country.

2 weeks ago | gasconadecountyrepublican.com | Larry Dablemont

Squire Lee was an old country gentleman who lived on a sloping hillside above the river. His home was not far from the little cabin where my dad spent much of his childhood. In the river below his old two-story home was a deep eddy with a giant rock sticking out of it. Dad and I always had permission to drive through Mr. Lee’s land to fish there. Some 20 to 40 pound flathead catfish had been taken from the river around the big rock.

2 weeks ago | maryvilleforum.com | Larry Dablemont

The idea of a bear season in Missouri was to make money for the Department of Conservation. It amounts to that and nothing else. There is no “wildlife management” or “For Nature and You” to it! To buy a bear tag you first had to get in the drawing and to do that you had to send the MDC $10 non-refundable dollars. During the first year of that drawing about 8,000 very gullible would-be bear-hunters sent in their 10 bucks and just like that the MDC made $80,000.

3 weeks ago | maryvilleforum.com | Larry Dablemont

At the end of the last column, brothers Roy Wayne and Tom Morton and I were sitting in a cave above the river praying the raging thunderstorm would end soon. I remember Chinese philosopher Confucius saying, “It is better to sit in a cave and watch the storm than to sit in the storm and look for a cave.” Anyway I think it was him who said that!We had seined up a good batch of live bait but thank goodness we had not tied out the trot lines yet.

1 month ago | maryvilleforum.com | Larry Dablemont

Squire Lee was an old country gentleman who lived on a sloping hillside above the river. His home was not far from the little cabin where my dad spent much of his childhood. In the river below his old two-story home was a deep eddy with a giant rock sticking out of it. Dad and I always had permission to drive through Mr. Lee’s land to fish there. Some 20 to 40 pound flathead catfish had been taken from the river around the big rock.