Posts by Duncan Dobie
Guest Editorial-Opinion: “It’s Better To Build Boys Than To Mend Men”
“It’s better to build boys than to mend men.” When the great S. Truett Cathy, founder of Chick-fil-A, used those words as a title for his 2004 book, men were still men and boys presumably aspired to grow up to be men like their fathers, grandfathers, uncles and mentors. Now you have to wonder if…
Read MoreBig Bucks Are Individuals
Somebody had opened the flood gates, and it had been raining cats and dogs all morning long. At about 9:30 a.m., I was slowly sloshing my way back to camp along the top of a steep hardwood ridge that dropped down into a narrow wooded draw. Suddenly the bottom fell out. I was wearing an…
Read MoreRed Oaks Plantation
When you turn off Highway 300 onto the picturesque winding driveway next to the large white barn that marks the main entrance into Red Oaks Plantation, you quickly find yourself transformed into another world. Located just south of the small community of Oakfield, Red Oaks Plantation is a deer hunter’s paradise. Just being in northern…
Read MoreThe Sable Bucks Of Black Bog Swamp – The Conclusion
“You call me Harley,” Harley Anderson told Cougar. “Looks like you’re doin’ a fine job on rebuildin’ this blind for your aunt. She’ll be pleased. When you’re finished here, I ’spose she’ll put you to work lookin’ for her lost gold.” “You know about that, too?” “Everybody down here knows about Victoria’s gold, young man.”…
Read MoreThe Sable Bucks Of Black Bog Swamp Part 4
“You did what?” Jimbo yelled. “I thought I told you to leave her alone. I told you not to go down there. You disobeyed a direct order.” “Yes sir, but I had to. The farm means a lot to me. It’s the only heritage I have, and it’s a sacred thing with me just like…
Read MoreThe Flip-A-Coin Buck
In those days we were green as grass and very naive as to the ways of big bucks, but what we lacked in experience we more than made up for in determination and the sheer love of hunting. The rolling farm property we were hunting 50 miles south of Atlanta was prime for seeing a…
Read MoreThe Sable Bucks Of Black Bog Swamp Part 3
“We were all stunned,” Uncle Wiley told Cougar as he continued his story. “We were in shock. J.L. had always kept himself in excellent physical condition, and he was only 62. If we had only known about the blood clot we could have saved him. Jimbo got emergency leave and came home. He and Vickie…
Read MoreThe 1957 Ralph Avant Buck From Jones County
These days, the discovery of a fine old trophy whitetail in Georgia from yesteryear is about as rare as finding an honest politician. But it does still happen, and it’s always exciting to see what history has yet to uncover. When I got a phone call from Warren Wright telling me he had an old…
Read MoreThe Sable Bucks Of Black Bog Swamp – Part 2
“You sure Jimbo never said anything to you about the farm?” Uncle Wiley asked. “Yes sir. He never talks about the farm, but Cooter and I have always known there was something there, something maybe he wasn’t telling us about. Just like he never talks about what happened in Iraq.” “Well, Iraq is a sore…
Read MoreThe Sable Bucks Of Black Bog Swamp
The slow light of the new morning was just beginning to reveal the close-cropped openness of the three-acre field planted in bright green winter wheat. Continuous wind gusts were causing colorful poplar and maple leaves to rain down along the edge of the field like odd yellow snowflakes. The day was cold and blustery in…
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