It’s 4:30am. I’m scarfing down banana, cereal and black coffee. Freddie Black is on his way to pick me up. He’s the chairman of the Arkansas Game and Fish Commission, which down here is bigger than the President of the United States. Within a few minutes we’re riding along the levy of the Mississippi river in the pitch black, the truck stereo is crooning country music. “See this wind blowing […]

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