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Daryl Kirby's GON Blog
If someone called you a prepper, would you take offense? I do believe the intent was derogatory, so when I responded with a simple “Thank You,” I got a curious look. I wasn’t offended. Preppers are getting ready for something. The ones on the TV shows are flat-out preparing for the worst. We’re talking nuclear…
Read MoreThere’s quite a bit to be proud of at GON—at least I think so—but our record-keeping legacy has to be near the top. Most of us will never kill a buck or catch a fish that has any record-book potential, but we all hunt deer in a county and have our favorite lake or river. …
Read MoreTake any two-lane highway out of any small town in this great state, and in about 20 minutes you will roll up on another small town. At the stop sign or traffic light, you will probably have to turn right because there’s a town square. I love small towns. If I’m traveling, I will go…
Read MoreThis month our opinion column is a bit of a ramble, so apologies up front. If you want to read something about a particular topic—and get some good laughs while you’re at it—go ahead and turn to the next column and read “On The Back Page” by my other brother Daryl. Too late for many…
Read MoreThose who drive our wildlife management bus in Georgia are shifting the gears a bit. It’s been a while since I’ve driven a manual transmission, but it wasn’t so long ago that I don’t remember how obvious it was when it was time to shift. If the engine is stalling out or you’re revving the…
Read MoreGlass half full, or the sky is falling. Are you a pessimist or optimist? Most of the time, my eyes are wide open to how great we have it in this country, in this state, in my neck of the woods where I live, and in my home. Lest I be accused of being a…
Read MoreMany hours of my life have been spent devouring the pages of outdoor publications, especially during my childhood. We had boxes of old magazines dating back to the 1950s, 60s, 70s. Those hours were leisurely, but they were certainly not wasted. The old, tattered magazine pages of Outdoor Life, Field & Stream and Harding’s Fur…
Read MoreMy dad died the day after I wrote last month’s column, a rambling piece about outdoor memories I titled First Deer, Last Deer. We knew his passing was coming, and it seemed to be coming on quick that week. And I’m sure that’s why last month I was so sentimental about outdoor memories and how…
Read MoreThere are memories so clear, so vivid, it’s like I’m right there once again. The outdoors can do that. I think that’s part of the reason why some people get so caught up in hunting and fishing that it becomes a major part of their lives—a primary part. Someone who has spent time hunting and…
Read MoreA crisp, beautiful 50-degree morning, certainly a most welcome greeting to this day. About halfway out the gravel road, a nice buck trotted across the road, head high and proud. My first thought? I hope my neighbor or his son is sitting in a stand down that hardwood draw with bow in hand. My next…
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