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On The Shoulders Of Giants With Andrew Curtis
It’s a sad experience to drive by the hunting grounds of my youth and see only houses. It’s a place that taught me so much about deer hunting, learning the lessons the hard way. I am an outdoorsman from birth, but my dad has never had much interest in hunting or fishing, so I had…
Read More“I couldn’t help but overhear y’all talking about fishing,” the boy in the wheelchair said with a big grin as he rolled over to me. I was at a birthday party in Fitzgerald for my 6-year-old’s classmate recently when I noticed out of the corner of my eye a young man in a wheelchair come…
Read MoreI’m not sure what happened to the buck. It’s been more than 20 years since we met face to face. Somewhere in the space of time, my arrow is still on its way to the vitals, but it will never get there. It was never meant to get there. The place I hunted has since…
Read MoreThis past deer season I was called to help track a buck that a young girl had shot while hunting with her dad. The deer had dropped in its tracks, but then dragged itself into a nearby ditch, effectively preventing a good follow-up shot. The blood trail was initially good but then dwindled to one…
Read MoreThe thought of artificial intelligence scares me. First of all, I just don’t understand it. I never will. I never want to. As more and more people are leaning on technology and becoming completely and hopelessly dependent on it, I find myself yearning to take a step back away from it all. I find comfort…
Read MoreMy 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…
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