Posts by Daryl Gay
We 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.…
Read MoreSouth Georgia Coon Hunt Where It’s All About The Dogs
Andy Bedgood is thinking. And thinking. You can almost see the mental wheels turning… Guess I hadn’t realized the complexities of the question before asking, “How many dogs do you have?” “Well,” he soon replied with a rub of whiskers and a signature south Georgia drawl, “Do you mean the ones I have at home…
Read MoreI’m In The Running!
“ATTENTION!” Ladies and gentlemen, and any of you young ’uns old enough to have a vote but not quite sure what to do with it! Your attention, please. I have an announcement to make.” (Pause for effect; deep breath, square shoulders, head up…) “I am formally and desperately seeking the Presidency of these here United…
Read MoreDeer Dogging Still A Long-Standing Tradition
When William Tecumseh Sherman and his minions sashayed to the beaches of Savannah 151 years ago this month, they left behind a wide, scorched swath of Georgia from Atlanta to the sea. Among Sherman’s explicit commands was the following, from Special Field Orders 120: “The army will forage liberally on the country during the march.”…
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