Posts by Daryl Gay
Altamaha River Cats Around The Clock
“Vast” is the word that comes to mind as the 90-horse Yamaha glides its attached Ranger up the mighty Altamaha River. It is, in fact, quite a bit mightier at the moment than I was hoping for. Weather is notorious for refusing to cooperate with magazine deadlines, and instead of water levels in the desired…
Read MoreChukker In The Dark
It’s always easier to keep up with Jake the Hermit—assuming I really want to—in the daytime. I can slip around with the best of them, the best of them being Ol’ Jake hisself, who taught me how to slip around in the first place. Got all that? But at night? Forget it. Unless perchance you…
Read MoreJust Don’t Get Bit!
“Hey Mister, will your dog bite? I’m gonna pet him…” “HOLD UP! You might want to check with HIM first.” If you’re one of those folks who firmly believe that dogs are nothing more than sweet little nieces and nephews draped in fur, you might want to drop this and pick up the latest copy…
Read MoreCoyotes After Dark
The pasture sheens blue under an anemic moon, melding several hundred yards away into sky salted with straggly clouds. Stars wink here and there, chiding reminders, perhaps, that we should partake of this disparate panorama more often. There’s not a whisper of wind; the only sound is the breathing of our group of four following…
Read MoreRedneck Refinement
“Lookee here, all you gots to do is take this yer pencil-looking stick—what does they call them thangs? Anyways, rub it kindly scrapin’-like ‘crost the shaller bowl of that there…” “Nawww, he ain’t never gonna learn to work a outfit that complicated! What you need to do is put this here chunk’a plaskit in yer…
Read MoreWayne County Hog Jam 2021
A trip down to Jesup each year for the Wayne County Hog Jam results in the local board of tourism hosting a large crowd of fine folks—plus a huge pile of peeved and formerly pugilistic pork! The 2021 Jam, for instance, held Feb. 19-21, resulted in more than 3 tons of wild hogs being hauled…
Read MoreWhat WAS That?
Why is there always ONE? And why does it always have to be THE one? One last question: is it too much to ask for a simple glimpse, no matter how brief? Let me set the scene for you under the guise of understanding… You know the small town breakfast table, right? Well, sometimes, tiptoeing…
Read MoreClarks Hill LiveScope Crappie
Somehow, somewhere along the line, the whole video game thing managed to pass me by. Guess there were better things to do with my metacarpus at the time. Making a living, for example. But after a day on Clarks Hill Lake looking for—and AT—bunches of crappie with Troy Thiel, I could easily find myself working…
Read MoreGood With The Bad
February. Yep; it’s that time of year again. And, alas, my deer season has been taken from me once more. So what am I supposed to do now to replace piling out an hour and a half before first light, driving 30 miles to climb a tree, then watch fairly reasonable targets stroll past while…
Read MoreCoyote Trapping Ain’t Playtime
“An old trapper gave a buddy of mine six traps and told him to go play with them,” Josh Hall recalls with a grin. “That’s what we did, and that’s really how I got started in trapping. But it didn’t take long to find out that it wasn’t playtime, and that there was a whole…
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