Posts by Daryl Gay
Works For Me!
It seems to be a fact of everyday life—EVERYDAY—that wherever breakfast is served in establishments open to the public, one can stumble upon, over, around and through a gaggle of gents confidently curing the world’s ailments. One by one. Despite the fact that they’re all talking at the same time. Did I say gaggle of…
Read MoreJake Cures March Madness
Consternation, I would say, aptly described the look on the old hermit’s face. Of course, I’d never say it to HIM, because we’re forthwith contemplating a dissertation of explanation. I can just hear him now: “Ye said what? I look how? Do I need to pick up a oak limb?” It struck me that consternation…
Read MoreMeet Mister B.O. Mock, 96-Year-Old Deer Hunter
The gnarled finger sweeps across a vista to instantly quicken the heartbeat of any south Georgia deer hunter: chest-high planted pines bordered by a pond, a field and a hardwood head, requisite creek trickling through. “There in those pines is where we got pictures of at least one really good 8-pointer, and the other one…
Read MoreA Fitting End
As frequently happens, the first things that caught my eye were those looong legs! Hmmmmm… That was my left eye. My right was laser-focused on the swaying hips. Kinda reminded me of a girlfriend back in high school: walking away decked out in Dodge County red, she looked just like a box of Valentine’s candy!…
Read MoreThe Dodgy Hares Of Woods-N-Water
Smack-dab in the middle of more than 5,500 game-rich middle Georgia acres; beagles squalling and roaring fit to blow needles off the pines; a perfectly frosty, sunny morning; perched squarely in the path of the already half-hour race—and leave it to Blaine Burley to come up with a kamikaze attack rabbit! Monday, Jan. 16, was…
Read MoreHonorable Mentions
Flip backwards amongst all these pages and somewhere you’ll trip across what I writ concerning Sam Muzayen. Which is about half of what I wanted to write, but other folks hereabouts is better at this than I is so they has to have their pages, too. Editorial Capacity Supervisory Specialist (I just made that up!)…
Read MoreQuitting Is For The Enemy
Normally, this is a period fraught with chaos. Never mind the ever-present and who-knows-how-deep black water, claustrophobic brush, vines and briers clawing and ripping; just hurry as best you can. Hounds are roaring out of their minds, hunters sloshing, tripping, bleeding, pushing on… Because some 987 interminable yards into the Okefenokee Swamp, a bear is…
Read MoreLook At It My Way
That I have an overactive imagination plus an abhorrence to being forced to sit still among fellow humans are not up for debate. My mind literally whirls; and my feet want to, even when they can’t. Amazing that I can perch in a TomCat literally for hours in perfect contentment; but surrounded in a doctor’s…
Read MoreDon’t Sit Still – Late-Season Moves For Bucks
December now, over half the whitetail season behind us, and yours is likely in one of three phases: full freezer, still waiting on that ONE—or cluelessly wondering where all the deer have gone. In the latter case, think maybe it might be time for a change? I’ve watched the evolution of Georgia deer hunting from…
Read MoreNothing’s Easy Here
Somewhere out there in these 438,000 soggy, hide-ripping acres there’s got to be at least one EASY bear. You know, lazy, sloppy fat, slow, mild demeanor, half asleep, pacifist at heart: “You horrid old hounds really shouldn’t be nipping at me and acting so silly with all that yammering. I’m just going to sit right…
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