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On The Shoulders Of Giants With Andrew Curtis
My GON blog is called “On the Shoulders of Giants.” I try to live my life giving thanks to the men and women who have become “giants” in my life, those who live by example, lift me up and motivate me to be a better person. Some are living; some are not. Some I have…
Read MoreOne of my grandfather’s final requests over 22 years ago was: “Never, ever sell the farm in Naylor.” Shady Grove Farm outside of Naylor, Georgia in Lanier County has been in my family for more than 200 years. That’s an impressive amount of time considering we live in the days of money-driven land auctions which…
Read MoreI was recently telling an older fella about my boys catching bugs and frogs and crawfish and anything else in the outdoors that they could get their hands on. I was still laughing, just thinking of the fun they had, when the man said in a deep tone, “You know, that sure is good for…
Read MoreI have a distinct memory from when I was 5 years old. My grandfather and I walked down to the dock at his house on Lake Oconee on a hot August day in 1990. I had my push-button reel and my Snoopy lifejacket on as I watched my grandfather pop up the top of the…
Read MoreThe dark, matching shed antlers rest on my fireplace mantle. Dust has accumulated on the tines from years of sitting in the house. They are not the largest set of sheds I have ever found, but they are some of the most special to me. They come from a time in my life when my…
Read More“Fishing. That’s one thing I’m looking forward to when I retire from the Navy. Fishing.” My cousin looked at me with longing in his eyes. “Will you take me fishing on the Alapaha?” This question came from a United States Naval Academy graduate and recent commander of the guided missile destroyer USS The Sullivans, but…
Read MoreCorn. It seems more and more are using it to hunt over or just to have at feeding stations. You can buy it in any town year-round. It’s affordable. It goes in feeders that can dispense for weeks. It can be stored for months. And boy does it attract deer. Baiting with corn is one…
Read MoreIt’s a difference in perspective. It’s a difference in generations. If you asked me, I would tell you that quail hunting was for the wealthy, more of a status symbol than an actual hunting activity per se. My father-in-law, however, would tell you that it was a poor man’s game back in his day. Why…
Read MoreFive years ago, I was not a writer. God had not yet blessed me with the realization that I would enjoy putting words to paper. Then, I got inspired, and I wrote a book about a grandfather-figure mentor in my life who was a “giant” to me. Shortly after my book publishing, I sent a…
Read MoreGazing down at the massive Missouri River that coursed through the valleyed South Dakota spring landscape, I suddenly understood why I did not kill a turkey at that location. I heard Donald Devereaux Jarrett’s voice behind me carry quietly in the cooling breeze. “We were meant to come here this afternoon. I don’t understand it…
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