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On The Shoulders Of Giants With Andrew Curtis
Turkeys sure do have a tough time. It’s a wonder that they can survive at all in the wild, with the ongoing habitat destruction, the seemingly endless predation, Mother Nature’s unpredictable hazards and conservation-oblivious humans. But then, there is more that we may not necessarily think much about in our native turkey flocks. For me,…
Read MoreIt wasn’t the biggest deer I had ever seen. It wasn’t even close. But the regret of missing my shot opportunity haunted me and grew more painful as time went on. When the 2018 deer season came to an end, I still had two buck tags unused. It was the first season in a long…
Read MoreI’m really not sure how he does it year after year now. It is hard enough for me to get a glimpse of a mature buck when I am hunting by myself, but somehow my friend can put his THREE kids on great bucks (and turkeys)… and get them all ethical shots at their targets.…
Read More“I’m not finding anything, but I think I hit him, right?” I looked to my friend for reassurance. “It sure looked like he was hit to me, but I couldn’t see him well when you shot,” my friend, Diz, responded. We were both feeling sick as we searched unproductively for blood. It was prime time…
Read MoreOver five years ago, my wife and I were walking in the historic Madison, Georgia cemetery on a beautiful, cold December day. This scenic, hilly walking trail has been a favorite place of ours since we started dating when we were just college kids at UGA. A short distance before the railroad tracks, which cut…
Read More“Look, Mr. Francis, there’s an antler in the ditch!” My father-in-law and I were riding on the golf cart in front of his house in Coffee County and noticed an antler sticking up out of the weeds in the road ditch. It was the beginning of February 2013, and I thought it was unusual for…
Read MoreI had seen the buck trot across my shooting lane and disappear through the old, overgrown cow pasture. He had been grunting and was rutted-up, with his neck fully swollen. After a few short blows through my grunt tube, I saw the tops of a clump of scrub trees nearby whipping back and forth as…
Read MoreTypically, when I go fishing, I like to catch fish. That day, my better judgement was trying to convince me to choose another activity. All the cows were lying down. The wind was whipping. A storm was rapidly approaching. The water in the pond was cold and overflowing from recent heavy rains. And there would…
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