Posts by Daryl Gay
Sense And Sensitivity
Deer ain’t got no sense. Don’t look so stunned; sure, it’s unusual to be slammed with such a profound statement right out of the gate. But we’ll get past it. Hang in there. And if you just flipped back to the magazine cover to check, yes, this is May and not October. Tough, ain’t it?…
Read MoreTake A Friend Fishing
Hmmmm… Although you’ve never laid eyes on the guy, you can learn a lot about a prospective life-long fishing buddy/boon companion with a single glance. First impressions, you know. Just take a quick look AT his boat, then IN his boat. Rightchere, he’s pretty well already sized up as keeper or cull. Pretty well. I’m…
Read MoreLosing It In 2020!
Look down. See that belly? Thought so. It’s been two months now since you were wrangled into the 2020 diet. That’s the current year, and not the current diet; just so you ain’t more confused now than when you started reading. Oh, there will probably BE a 2020 Diet afore December rolls around. After all,…
Read MoreOconee Slabs With Mr. Jiffy Jigs
There are fish down there. Somewhere. Under all that Lake Oconee mud. They’re stacked up in the creek channel (hint, hint), clearly visible on the Humminbird depthfinder. The three of us up top in the big Ranger want a closer look at them—as in aboard. And I’m confident we can get it done; mainly because…
Read MoreFlipping The Script
There is a plan in place for the time—40 or 50 years from now—when I get old. Be advised that it’s never too early to plan ahead. So if you have happen to enjoy—or live and breathe—hunting, fishing and all things outdoors, you might want to give consideration to the following counsel and happenstance. Especially…
Read MorePlanting Venison Seeds
We have at last and duly arrived at the time of year during which I truly enjoy watching deer. Fall down. Not that it’s unenjoyable at any moment throughout the October-January season. It’s just that within the final couple of weeks, there are debts owed. Of various types. I have a few non-hunting buddies—believe it…
Read MoreThe Play For Phronie
So what would YOU get him? For Christmas, I mean. For months, I’d wracked my gourd trying to come up with the perfect gift. However, hermits being hermits, there just ain’t a whole lot of wants and needs in their world. And Jake was the hermit-est of them all: what he couldn’t parlay, he’d pilfer.…
Read MoreWhat A Bare Season
Bear seasons come and bear seasons go. They never seem to arrive soon enough, but they depart far too early. That’s the way it is when one can partake of one’s favorite pastime but 12 days out of 365. A total of 30 has come and gone now since my first one, and each was…
Read MoreMusings From Afield
Strangely enough, even after all these years, it was something I’d never seen beside a dove field. There’s probably not a brand of tractor or combine or harrow or tedder or bush hog or hay mower or… you get the drift… that I haven’t shot over or around. But an airplane? It was sitting there…
Read MoreJake’s Ranger Danger
“She ain’t got no rang on her fanger…” “Yeah, Jake, but…” “Ah don’t thank she’s sweet on that there feller a’settin’ aside her, neither…” “Yeah, but look…” “He’s just a’grinnin’ and making words with everybody what walks by and ain’t payin’ her no tantion a’tall.” “That’s his job…” “She’s one a’ them straw-haired wimmens, too,…
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