Posts by Daryl Gay
Piercing Ideas For Sportsmen
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…
Read MoreSurviving The Mountain Man Phase
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…
Read MoreChocolate Cake Bait For Jake The Hermit
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…
Read MoreClassic Trip, Fine Bream Fishing On Ogeechee River
The Ogeechee River is high and muddy but dropping out fast. About the only condition that could be worse for catching its famed redbreast bream is if the river iced over. But then, even if it did, Carson Cross would likely still manage to come up with a mess of fish. His quiet confidence on…
Read MoreHarvest More Deer To Feed A Teenager
Heard that there’s a plan to increase deer harvest numbers once again. What’s it up to now, about 97 per hunter? I remember when we didn’t have 97 deer in the state. But then I also remember when DNR Commissioner Noel Holcomb was the fastest deer-undresser, with a regular old kitchen-type butcher knife, you’d ever…
Read MoreTalking 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…
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