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With 52 hunters bringing down 100 deer, the November 29-30 quota hunt at Fort Yargo State Park was a success on every level. The park was able to thin its deer herd, and a lucky group of hunters got the chance to hunt a 1,814-acre tract that hasn’t seen a rifle or bow in more…
The soft-blue glow of halogen lamps danced and flickered through the swamp, casting eerie shadows through the trees and along the ground, as I listened to the haunting mixture of voices. The deep chop and long, mournful bawls of the hounds shattered the night, which previously had been quiet save the noise of the gusty…
The mist was rising off the surface of Lake Sidney Lanier on a brisk December morning as 14 boats left Little Hall Park in search of striped bass. It wasn’t an unusual sight since striper clubs often go out early to compete for cash and braggin’ rights, and this was a striper club. But today…
I like deep-diving crankbaits and hard-thumping Colorado blades on spinnerbaits. So… when I got wind that my latest GON fishing assignment would include a lesson on how to catch Sinclair largemouths on a drop-shot rig, I found myself looking more forward to the company than the means we’d be using to sling fish in the…
On High Falls Lake — and just about everywhere else — a jig ’n pig is considered a big-bass bait. “Seems like every time you catch a bass on a jig ’n pig on this lake, it’s a good one,” said my fishing partner on the lake last month. On Jan. 16, I spent an afternoon…
The gray light of dawn had just illuminated the woods, and I had just stopped my second sequence of calls when I heard him trotting on the dry hardwood leaves. I shouldered the gun, immediately, while I had a chance. A short minute later he came into view. I settled the crosshairs on his shoulder,…
It was still early in the morning when my brother and I made our way to our favorite hardwood ridge. Once there, we settled in for a bit to wait on the squirrels to come out and play. While sitting there talking about things brothers talk about we noticed a squirrel playing along a far-side…
They say you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. This is especially true of your glory days, your golden years — that part of your life when you were wild and free. You felt like you would live forever; you could take on life and kick its butt. My glory days were from…
Last May, B.A.S.S. anglers Davy Hite and Kevin VanDam were talking after the day-two weigh-in of Bassmaster’s Elite Series tournament on Clarks Hill. Davy had weighed-in back-to-back 20-lb. sacks, and all Kevin had after day two was a pair of 10-lb. bags. Kevin wanted to know just what in the heck Davy was throwing to…
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