Posts by Daryl Gay
Are We There Yet?
There. Almost got it. Alllllmost. Aaallllmmmoooosssstttt……. KERWHAP! I knew that was going to happen. So did the index finger of my left hand. The same finger that’s streaming blood and screaming bloody murder. While my toes are tapping out a cadence that would put a machine gun to shame. And the howls are impressive, too.…
Read MoreBoat-Buying Buzz
Gazing wistfully at what typically remains of the Ocmulgee River this time of year, an educated thought presented itself: “Why would anybody want a new boat?” Since the Oc may have been transformed by a couple of unlikely monsoons between the times I’m writing and you’re reading, be advised that on this particular afternoon, it…
Read MoreAt Your Own Risk!
Question to idiotic, inept, would-be thieves: Just how do you plan to tote out that big ol’ tower stand considering the fact that you ain’t gonna have no kneecaps? Call or text when you come up with an answer. Assuming you are left with enough fingers and/or thumbs to punch buttons. If that’s so, it’s…
Read MoreWe Ain’t Right
It is a little-known fact, very likely proven via reams of some egghead’s psychiatrical conglomerationism, that fishermen don’t think like normal people. Me neither. Think like normal people, that is. But then, I’m a fisherman. I rest my case. Not really. Because if I did, there would be a lot of empty white space on…
Read MoreSmall Lake Profile: Evans County PFA
Mention the word hydrilla to a farm pond fisherman, and you’re apt to be rewarded with a look of total disgust. And likely the only folks who detest this pond-blanketing weed more than pond fishermen are WRD Fisheries biologists. When WRD undertook the transformation of the aging three-lake chain at Evans County Public Fishing Area,…
Read MoreTalking Turkey
If you know anything at all about turkey calls, I could’ve used some advice. There’s probably fortyleven good old boys in my phone contacts that could help, but if I start calling them at this hour of the day, WWIII is apt to break out. So I’m sitting here as dawn threatens to crack. Got…
Read MoreBeware Of Dogs
How many times have you said it: “I’ll never have another dog?” Aww, come on; you know you have. And there’s always the same excuse: “I just get too attached to them…” Oh, the dog may be a cat—in which case you’re urged to immediately seek psychiatric counsel—or some other pet. But you get the…
Read MoreWicked Water Musings
Ever heard a 1930s radio news broadcast? Or watched a black-and-white news reel from that era? Announcer sounds like the microphone is crammed into one nostril, and he’s trying to squawk through the other. Believe it or not, at approximately 157 years of age, that same announcer is still around. Yeah, he does marine weather…
Read MoreOffshore For Giant Reds
Wassaw Sound is grumpy. Its muttering is clearly audible as the boat sloshes slowly and heavily eastward toward the rising sun and open water. From the looks of things, we’re not going to be seeing much of that sun. Beyond the headland, its trees swaying, the sea and dull gray clouds appear, somewhere far, far…
Read MoreA Serving Of Revenge
Pierre Ambroise Francoise Choderlos de LaClos was a squirrel hunter. Had to be. I can’t tell you whatever else he may have been—other than most likely nicknamed “Bo” by his Pa—but from the way he talked, it’s a given that the guy spent a lot of time in the woods with some type of firearm.…
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