Daryl Kirby's GON Blog

The past two months were interesting. A tip of the cap to GON’s staff—there’s just seven of them—who did what was asked and needed. Like lots of small businesses, we knew it would take extraordinary effort during an extraordinary time, and it is because of them you are reading the June 2020 issue of Georgia…

It still feels like we’re waiting on the alarm to go off to end a nightmare. Or, depending on your perspective, maybe parts of this have been more like a dream. This virus is deadly serious, potentially from a health standpoint and for certain economically. But maybe for some folks this warped reality the past…

We lived on a neighborhood lake when I was a teen. Most every evening I slid a jonboat into the water and sculled around by myself, slinging a popping bug on a junky old fly rod, sidearm redneck style, as the sun sank below the treeline. It was cathartic, my mediation. Those evenings on the…

“Hey I want to talk to you about maybe lining up a fishing day on the farm for kids or under privileged folks.” Just a random text that came in the other day from out of the blue. Do sportsmen care more, or are people who hunt and fish, in general, just a higher grade…

Imagine if one person had the power to get you kicked off your hunting property. What if one anti-hunting, anti-gun neighbor moved in and had the ear of the right official and succeeded in getting an ordinance passed that banned you from hunting your own property? Just one person who is just good enough at…

The Hippocratic Oath all medical doctors must take and are supposed to abide by says, “First, do no harm.” A motto that GON Editor Brad Gill and I subscribe to here in making this magazine and all that goes with it is “Just do good.” Simple enough concept, really easy to say. But it’s not…

Ever lived in a neighborhood with a homeowner’s association? Thank goodness I don’t. I can’t imagine having someone down the street complaining—maybe even issuing me a fine—because my truck is parked in the yard or because I left my trailer beside the house. Reminds me of a theory. Goes like this… once someone takes on…

It is hard to imagine how close we are. It’s 95 degrees, and the air is so thick I can’t walk from the front door to the truck without needing a change of shirt. Oh, but the best days are coming, and soon. Someone a lot smarter than me once said a key to life…