Description
The Cache River National Wildlife Refuge runs along the flood-plain of the Cache River for 70 miles (100 km) from the Cache River's mouth at Clarendon, Arkansas to the town of Grubbs, Arkansas. The refuge encompasses land in the Arkansas counties of Jackson, Woodruff, Prairie, and Monroe.
The refuge includes 33,000 acres (134 km²) of bottomland forest and sloughs. It also includes several oxbow lakes, as well as 4,300 acres (17 km²) of croplands and 7,500 acres (30 km²) of reforested areas.
Since the establishment of the refuge in 1986 private land prices adjacent to the refuge have more than doubled. The refuge continues to grow as land is acquired on a "willing seller" basis over time. Other protected areas for wildlife co-exist with the Cache River National Wildlife Refuge along the Cache and White Rivers including the Bald Knob National Wildlife Refuge and the Hurricane Lake State Wildlife Management Area.
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