Posts by Daryl Gay
No More Presents
Trust me on this one: this little item has NEVER been on your birthday wish list… It’s 2:30 of the a.m. on what I had known for a couple of days was going to be a long, sleepless night. What I didn’t know, until right about now, was that it could very possibly be my…
Read MoreThe Baddest Bear… Yet
At least the Global Positioning System—so now you know what GPS stands for—kens where they are. Even from a couple hundred or so miles skyward, it keeps up, spot-on, with the race. While we, somewhere or other in the vastnesses of the Okefenokee Swamp in Clinch County, can only go from experience in attempting to…
Read MoreGet Rut Ready — A Coastal Kick-off
You know he’s out there, roaming around somewhere on the place. Ground sign here, trail-cam photo there, antlers everywhere… what’s it going to take for the two of you to meet up? He’s getting instinctively restless, is the buck, possibly not even realizing where these urges are coming from, but he is feeling the need…
Read MoreJake’s Double Date
“Ye ain’t lissenin’! And if ye is ye ain’t soakin in what I’m a’ tryin’ to set out fer ye. Why, it’s purely foolproof!” I feel myself weakening; 59 minutes of being argued at by the oldest fool I know, and it’s hit or miss whether I live out the hour… “Jake, what I’m seeing…
Read MoreHow To Find A Buck & Win A Truck
It’s easy. To think that it’s easy, that is. Why, these pages are fair packed with rocking-chair-racked whitetails almost every month. And we all know of the rookie—or his wife—who nearly tripped over the trophy of a lifetime and hauled it home in a pal’s pickup. Nothing to this big buck business, right? David Shepard…
Read MoreAnd The Winner Is…
Final conclusion: it’s y’all. Yep. After a month of sorting through all things 2024 Outdoor Blast, what I enjoyed most about the four-day (for me) honeycomb of hoopla was meeting and greeting our people: you. Thanks. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Which is highly doubtful. I’ve made this statement concerning Georgia…
Read MoreFinding Charlie
For years now, I’ve driven almost by the front door at least once a month. One of these days, I told myself… then rolled on. Friends in the passenger seat have urged me to stop and get this thing over with. One of these days… Yeah, I know it’s silly, I’d say, never lifting off…
Read MoreClybel WMA Deer & Doves
You hunters know what it’s like Cadillacing along secluded dirt roads and fields. Despite the July heat waves even now shimmering across dew-glistening corn and clover, it’s but a matter of time before a whitetail pops up. And off to the right, moseying through a clearcut, there she is, sidling along without a care in…
Read MoreDon’t Get Attached
When one makes his living with words, betimes there be exclamations or comments or phrases that simply leap out and grasp at one. Happens to me all the time. Doesn’t even have to be spoken; printed clauses jump right off pages. Especially mispelt ’uns. So I’m roaming from room to room a few weeks ago,…
Read MoreCharlton County’s Chesser Island
It lies, does the old homestead, on an island of its own. A century old now but even at that little changed, it is surrounded by the vastness of the Okefenokee Swamp. The alligators know the place well, as do the bears, the hogs, the deer. But not as well as Joe Chesser. Looking back…
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