Posts by Daryl Gay
Talking Turkey… With An Ashtray?
The ol’ boy saw me coming. Salesman that he was, he had sized me up proper before I got in the door good. But, as they say, ignorance is bliss. And for taking up turkey hunting, I was fairly blissful. “Heard tell you was a’going turkey hunting this weekend,” he grinned. “First time, eh?” “Yeah,…
Read MoreThe Horse Whisperer — With Pointy-Toed Boots!
The outfitter and I were talking hunting out west when he made the mistake of mentioning horses. “HORSES?” “Certainly. Can’t get around on a ranch this size without horses; nothing like ’em.” “Don’t you have trucks or four-wheelers to take hunters to their stands?” “Naaahhh, we like the traditional ways; the creak of the saddle,…
Read MoreNo Tellin’ What’s In An Old Tackle Box
It’s that time again: cleaning out, changing and rearranging the innards of my 300-lb. tackle box. Should be all finished about this time next year. Oh, there’ll be breaks here and there to actually take the thing fishing, but the job never completely gets done. It’s all these interruptions, you see, reminiscing over places and…
Read MoreNo Telling What’s In An Old Tackle Box
It’s that time again: cleaning out, changing and rearranging the innards of my 300-lb. tackle box. Should be all finished about this time next year. Oh, there’ll be breaks here and there to actually take the thing fishing, but the job never completely gets done. It’s all these interruptions, you see, reminiscing over places and…
Read MoreEverybody Needs An Old Cuss Or Two
That New Year’s resolution sure didn’t last long, did it? Hey, it’s only February, and you’ve already fallen off the “I’m gonna lose 50 pounds bandwagon” haven’t you? I know the feeling. But don’t fret; As always, I have a solution. What you need is to be purchased by an Old Cuss. Oh, they don’t…
Read MoreSnakebit After Dark
The hounds were sounding half-hearted in their attempts at treeing a coon, so Glenn Cauley of Soperton, decided to catch them and move to another location. As his snakeproof boots swished through the underbrush on a hot night in September, Glenn’s mind was a world away from the horror of rattlesnake bite. But only a…
Read MoreChase-And-Release Opening Day Rabbits
Opening day of any season is always a learning experience, and none more so than the first morning out trekking around attempting to run down a few rabbits. There are new dogs to break in, others to whip into shape, weather obstacles to overcome — and we haven’t even started yet. So you never quite…
Read MoreBubba And The Flying Bass
The backwater slough of Lake Hoocheekoochee was only about as dark as the inside of a cow as Bubba gave frantic instructions: “How we ever gonna catch anything in here with you banging that paddle off the side of the boat, Skeet? You’ll scare everthang within castin’ distance into the next county by the time…
Read MoreWilkinson County Cottonmouth Bites Angler
For lawman Glynn Christian, it was one of those rare days. There was no worry of working bloody, heart-breaking traffic accidents; no robberies or break-ins; no subconscious fear of some off-the-wall bat brain going bonkers and ruining everybody’s days with a tire tool or a more sophisticated and conventional weapon. It was a full moon,…
Read MoreThe Charlie Elliott Story
Mention Charlie Elliott and you’ll immediately touch a nerve that tingles to the tune of the finest of writing. Whether it is his favorite, the outdoors style, his fascinating, incisive novel on the life of his friend, Coca Cola founder Robert Woodruff, or a textbook on one of his early jobs, forestry. Mister Charlie is…
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