
I had an argument with him about it, but he said the sun had nothing to do with it that was the only way to shoot ducks. “We got up in pitch dark every morning, Hem’s idea of daybreak. But the lake was frozen over so we got no ducks there, and a big branch almost fell on Hem on the way back. We heard a dozen old trees fall under the weight of ice. Everything was white, and there was a white mist. The trees were all whitened with ice and snow. I never understood how people rode through them, but you could, rapidly, because of wide spaces between the trees. I never was in a perfectly natural forest before. “We walked one day for several miles through the forest to a desolate narrow lake. They were dressed just like the men told about in Huckleberry Finn, their trousers stuffed into their boots, and they talked just like them. We went into several houseboats to get some corn whiskey and saw men who lived always on the river. The whole country and the people were just as in the days of Mark Twain. “We were five hours by train from Memphis, but we went half of that by motor and almost ran down several hogs that ambled across our road. We got quite a lot of ducks, but not nearly so many as Hem thought we should but I had a fine time. And you have to kneel down a lot of the time or sit. Hemingway wrote that he ‘needed’ to see me, and it had to be done while duck shooting, in the snow, on the shore of a river with cakes of ice in it. In six days on the White River in Arkansas, we saw the sun once for a couple of minutes and all the time we froze. 25, 1932: “I’ve just got back, two days ago, from the sunny South. The group - including the grandson of Ernest Hemingway and the granddaughter of famed book editor Max Perkins - was determined to re-create a trip Perkins and Hemingway took to that area in late 1932. Fuller was in town to speak at that evening’s Piggott Mohawk football banquet.įollowing the Saturday quail hunt, most members of the party planned to go to southeast Arkansas to hunt ducks for two mornings near Yancopin in Desha County, near where the White River and the Arkansas River empty into the Mississippi River. In addition to enjoying the company of those in the hunting party with whom I would shoot quail later in the day, I visited with Link Fuller, a hometown football star who graduated from Piggott High School in 1969 and went on to become a well-known high school coach in Texas and a scout for the Dallas Cowboys.

We made our way to downtown Piggott on that wet, cold Saturday in January for breakfast at the Inn at Piggott.
