Posts by Daryl Gay

Every time you turn around, there’s something new and improved on the market for the hunter. Some of the inventions, contrivances and contraptions are nothing short of amazing. For instance, how does Tink’s get does in heat to pee into those tiny bottles? If you’ve ever found yourself up a tree with floating eyeballs, and…

So, you deer hunters all cozy these days up in your highfalutin’ stands? Well, good. You got it made: ease into the woods, take a couple minutes to climb a ways, snuggle in, make yourself good and comfortable, load the cannon, a 32-pointer walks by… No sweat. But let’s go back a couple of months.…

Guess maybe this 13-year-old of mine got it honestly, this passion for scatterguns. He has one of his own, a youth-model 870 that fits him like a glove. But it’s a 20-gauge. And just what’s wrong with a 20 gauge? Why, it’s not a 16. Or a 12. Therefore, sub-par. In his eyes. Now for…

If ever there was a relentlessly un-hip rascal dragged kicking and screaming into the methods, madness and modes of today’s society, that’d be me! I was signing books a few weeks back down at Bass Pro Shops in Savannah, and every once in a great while I’d simply stop, look around and feel like it…

Psychiatrists, doctors, fortune tellers and the like will back me up when I tell you that man experiences a series of phases throughout his lifetime. Truth be told, my phases are not apt to be exactly the same as your phases, and they may not even overlap. One thing’s pretty sure: we start and end…

Grandma’s 88 now. Getting a little bored with the garden club. Misses her four “boys,” my uncles and me, all grown and gone — though not far. Sixteen-gauge shotgun shells are getting hard to find. So, it seemed to be a natural fit: I took my reloader and 2,000 hulls over to grandma’s house so…