I grew up in Heber Springs, Arkansas, on the banks of the Little Red. About twenty-five years ago, my grandfather handed me my first fly rod, and I spent every spare hour fishing Winkley Shoals and the JFK access below Greers Ferry Dam — watching serious anglers and piecing the craft together one cast at a time.
This is where my love of fly fishing was born. Guiding the Little Red isn't a service I added to a menu — it's home water I know in my bones.

