Old Schoolin’ It For Eufaula Slabs

It’s too easy to get caught up in it all. Oh, I’ve been there; was snared for a couple of years. A jury of my peers would unanimously have found me guilty: Laboring While Fishing. It’s easy to lay it at the fins of that old largemouth, the species that shook fishing’s foundation and built…

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Good Times And Bad

Lookahere, I’m in a tad of a dab of a hurry—leaving for three days on Eufaula (YEEHAW!)—so hush up and lissen. This won’t take long, and includes some stuff you likely won’t believe and others you’ve known for years. Sort ‘em out for yourself. I’ve got a fan! Finally! Took 37 years, but one showed…

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The Legend Of Jake The Hermit

From the time I was old enough to play in the yard—and I started early—there had been stories about the old man seen, briefly and on a few occasions, slipping wraithlike past my grandparent’s house. He would move slowly out of the woods and walk the dirt road almost as if he disdained to touch…

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The Future Of Fishing

As a card-carrying Redneck of long standing, I am, of course, an inveterate tinkerer. Comes with the territory.   Now, please notice I did not say “Tinker,” because it does not match up a’tall with Redneck. What tinkerers do—solely in the name of making things, uh, “better”—is tinker with stuff tinkers have already tinkered with.…

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Jae On Jackson: Slow & Steady

One of the things I love most about our state is variety. Especially when it comes to outdoor pursuits. Think Dahlonega. Then Savannah. See? For at least the first half of this year, I’ll be on impoundments, rivers, PFAs, ponds, creeks… and very possibly an oversized swamp. Those are the ones I know of. Three—Sinclair,…

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Catch Sinclair Bass Between The Fronts

It is a dreary, drizzly Monday morning as the throbbing Mercury idles its Ranger bass boat away from Little River Marina on Lake Sinclair. There is one other vehicle besides ours in the parking lot; no trailer behind it. Apparently, we have the lake to ourselves. This end, at least. So, where are we headed?…

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98—And Still At It

So, how did you ring in the fabulous New Year of 2025? Or is your head still too swollen to remember? Well, if this was your 98th—no misprint, and I ain’t expecting I got many takers out there—new year, maybe you were knocking down the latest in a very long line of whitetail bucks. Like…

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Name Of The Game

Musing, in memoriam alas, as the season winds down, I find myself somewhat cheered by the windfall produced by being a charter member of the Equal Opportunity Whitetail Whackers organization. Don’t be saddened if you’ve never been asked to join, or alarmed upon never even having heard of this lowbrow consortium. From all accounts, I…

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J.Y. Jones: Seeing The World, Rifle In Hand

“It started with a .22 rifle my dad brought back from World War II,” Dr. J.Y. Jones is saying. “I killed my first squirrel and rabbit with it.” No one could have known at the time that a rifle from the other side of the world would prove instrumental in the life of a man…

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