Ahhh the Walnut River. A river close to heart for many us. It seems a lot of people have gotten their personal best flatheads on this beautiful, dependable and violent river.My memories of the dam in Winfield go back as far as memories do. I can remember one night we were fishing at the dam and it started RAININ so we decided to go to sleep.We woke up a couple of hours later and you couldnt even tell there was a dam there.That was my first experience with a flash flood and one I will never forget.My Dad was from Oklahoma so we primarily fished Kaw Lake and below the dam but everytime on the way home we would stop at the dam, fish for awile and dig through truck for change for a snack for the ride home.I can remember camping at the Walnut park in Ark City when I was young.I woke up in the mornin to get some doughnuts out of the truck and there was a drunk sleeping in the truck.It scared the crap out of me.My Dad always kept a 410 in the the sleeve of the seat cover. He woke the guy up with it told him to get the hell out of there.He started sayin he thought it was his truck(we were the only ones there) so my Dad fired a warning shot. He ran so fast I think he fell three times.That was my first time running into crazy people on the river.I couldnt even eat the doughnuts knowing there was a bum in the truck.lol. El Dorado also goes way back for me too.Thats pretty much where I learned to fish.Its a really nice family friendly place to take small kids and at the same time it a great place to catch a big flathead.El Dorado Lake is my first memory of a lake.As a kid all the trees in the water was fascinating to me.I havent been to El Dorado in probably 10 years but I can still remember it vividly. I can see the old rock quarry and the boat ramp that we used.It seemed like my Dad would drive for hours down dirt roads to get to it.Now hours seem like seconds.I plan on going there this year to see how much it has changed.Anyways I just wanted to tell my little piece of the Walnut River.The Arkansas is my first love because thats where my Dad is and thats where my heart is.I have more memories on the Arkansas River than anywhere else.But the Ol Walnut River runs a close second, with its narrow picturesque banks, deep holes and its monster flatheads.Now that my Dad is gone I find myself going to the river every chance I get, just to close my eyes and listen to the dam, smeel the river and go back in time. I have attached some pictues of the Walnut you might find intersting.