A Float With Jake

Jake lounged—his customary emplacement—on the pond bank, chewing sourweed and providing enlightenment concerning my schedule for the (hopefully) warm months ahead. It’s likely he was hoping the cork wouldn’t dip; too much outlay of his well-stocked and stored-up effort would be required reeling anything in…. “Us needs to take that thar float trip,” he philosophized.…

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Evans County PFA Keeps Getting Better

Being fairly level headed and tending to take things pretty much as they come, it’s not often that I do flabbergasted. But returning to this place for the first time in  eight years was pretty much a shocker. What flitted through my mind, pretty much in order, was, “Where did the grass go? Where did…

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Woods-N-Water’s Trophy Boars

It’s dark now. DARK dark. Like a bear down a well. Without a flashlight. The sun went down hours ago on this second January Tuesday. Turbid clouds are rolling ominously overhead, fleeing a tornado-spawning system headed my way. The wind moans and, at times, howls. Limbs click, clatter and thump to the ground. The ground…

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Parfum De Color

You’ve had a month’s recovery period, so don’t whine. Figured if I threw this at you on January’s Back Page the result might well have been delirium tremens. Besides, that nasty little deadline thing ran out into the road and flagged me down… So, as part of your ongoing educational experience, let us hie back…

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Wimmens. Deer Variety

Doe. So come on and admit it: a totally dismissive attitude crept unsummoned into your brainbox  immediately upon reading the word. I get it; skinheaded whitetails don’t get no respect. Been there. And got over it. For the most part. Sure, I’d still rather see something wearing a bundle of bones on its head come…

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50 Years Of Turkey Obsession

“When I was 12 years old,” Brad Campbell was saying, “I traded a pig for a .22 rifle.” That remark caused me to smile all over my face. It called to mind a certain long-ago conversation with a sociology professor who was attempting to explain the term “hunter-gatherer” as a single entity. It became quickly…

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Dogging Deer With The Duck Roost Gang

Way off in the distance, the yammering seems to be getting fainter; the race is headed away from the huge clearcut I’ve wandered out into. Perched atop a pushed-up logpile, out front there is but scattered brush and a single line of trees too scraggly even for the loggers. Down the narrow dirt road 50…

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The Race Is On

Familiar with the term, “skinnin’ it back?” If not, thing for you to do is—as my little Ma used to say—“Pay ‘tainchun!” In my home county of Dodge, there’s a certain strip of highway—which shall remain uncharted for our purposes here. One tops a hill, then motors in a dead straight line to the top…

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Of Bears, Dogs—And Friendships

  There’s no accounting for the bug that bites you. Or when it happens. For some, it’s a process of growing into whatever activity they eventually fall for and become consumed. Others are suddenly smitten. Like Don Butts. His parents didn’t see it coming during a vacation trip to the Great Smoky Mountains all those…

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Oh, What A Day

Never been much of a “list” guy; I bore too easily. Tend to quickly become over/under—and mostly under—whelmed by too many facts and figures spouted forth by someone seeking to validate their existence or self-absorbed place in the overall scheme of things. (Y’all didn’t see all that high-horse rhetoric coming, now did you?) Plain. That’s…

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