Posts by Daryl Gay
A Day Inshore With Captain David Newlin
The sun appears a particularly fiery red as it glimmers just below the horizon east of Fort McAllister Marina. It’s not high enough yet to reflect off the water, casting only a brilliant sheen on the glassy Ogeechee River and Ossabaw Sound beyond. Glassy is a good thing; last time I was here, there was…
Read MoreBack Of The Boat
There are better things to do in a boat than undergoing surgery. Especially at the hands of a shaky semi-lunatic who can’t SPELL surgery. And whose eyes are just before rolling back up into his noggin at the sight of blood trickling down my neck. Or maybe it’s the three sets of treble hooks he’ll…
Read MoreThe Legend Of Charlie Elliott
Legend? Surely; there can be no doubt about that well-earned status. Successful writer and author? Why, a man could plop down in an easy chair and stay lost for days on end in tales of hunting and fishing from over half a century of traipsing up and down a pair of continents. Raconteur and teller…
Read MoreFirst Things First
For purposes of establishing my bona fides, be advised that I’ve known Len Sams since he was Lenny Sams. Just how far back that was is approximately none of your business, but rocks HAD been invented at the time. Len is a taxidermist and has been for the past couple hundred years. Or at least…
Read MoreKeep It Moving!
Long ago, I made a decision not to stagnate. Either physically or mentally. And since, for starters, there’s not a lot to work with, the process to this point has been a rather labor-intensive undertaking. But this is simply the way of life. It boils down to that simplest of axioms: use it or lose…
Read MoreIt Hurts Right Here
As we slip and slide into a new year, methinks this might be prime time for reflection, introspection and maybe a half cup of castor oil for all-’round motivation, matriculation and decalcification. OK. So maybe we’ll just reflect and introspect. (Assuming that’s a word…) Besides, castor oil is old school. Among other things. Have an…
Read MoreRecord-Class Bear From South Georgia
It had been a long summer for Leta Carter. The 30-year-old south Georgia mother of three from Folkston was as excited as one of her children awaiting Christmas. “I thought about it all summer and had been counting down the days. I almost couldn’t wait to get the opportunity to kill my first bear,” Leta…
Read MoreA Drone Of My Own
Although I well know that scenarios of the following sort happen to no one else on the planet besides me, attempt, if you will, to wrap your thinker around this… It’s been a long day, having left middle Georgia before first light and driving nearly 300 miles round trip back to my driveway—in which sits…
Read MoreName That Buck
“I’m sitting in my recliner smack-dab in the middle of south Georgia,” a friend was relating, “and there’s a feller with a microphone standing on a beach in South California talking to me live and in color. You know, I don’t even want to know how that’s possible.” Ahhh, good ol’ TV technology! That story…
Read MoreNot What You Think
They miss it, do the antis. Totally and completely. It sails right over their heads. But then, folks believe what they want to believe; no changing it, mostly. It saddens me though. That they think it’s about a pile of dead birds. Ever have your best day and your worst day on the same day?…
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