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On The Shoulders Of Giants With Andrew Curtis
I stared at the clock, anxiously awaiting the lunchtime bell. There was no way I could focus on my school lessons. This was Wednesday! Right on time, Dr. Hart pulled up to the school to check his son, Tom, and me out of class. Towed behind his 90s model dark green Toyota 4Runner SUV was…
Read MoreTo say that this river is special to my family is an understatement. It has cared for my kin for well over 200 years, ever since my Carter ancestors settled in Lanier County in the 1700s. The Carter line unfortunately died with my maternal grandfather, Robert Carter. He was also one of the last ones…
Read MoreWith most debatable topics, I have an opinion, a side that I know I stand on. With this one, I am just not sure. I can argue both sides. As I was going through the annual GON VOTES results, I saw a comment from someone in favor of lowering the Georgia buck limit to one.…
Read MoreI look at the picture every day. Sitting on my bookshelf is a framed photograph of my grandfather, grandmother and mom taken outside my grandfather’s parents’ home in Naylor, Georgia in the mid-1950s when my mom was five or six. It is what’s in my grandfather’s hand that interests me so. That strong hand of…
Read MoreI have never read a description that fully conveys the feeling of witnessing a covey rise. How can anyone accurately describe such a scene? You must be present in the moment. It’s a feeling that should be experienced. The tense muscles as you quietly approach the thick cover. The pulse in your finger as it…
Read MoreThis time of year as duck season ends and there is a bitter cold rain upon me, I think of my grandfather. I like to brag sometimes about cold weather that I have endured in my hunting quests, but I admit that I have never really experienced bone-chilling cold for any length of time. And…
Read MoreTaking my hat off, I wiped the sweat from my forehead as I stood with my boot on the old gobbler’s neck… another amazing hunt in the cool, beautiful spring woods. I glanced down at the inside of the camouflage hat bill and read the words: From Dr. Williams. This was my lucky hat, given…
Read MoreTo say they were excited is a massive understatement. I had built up the trip for weeks to my two boys, discussing the process of jug fishing. When we arrived at Lake Oconee, the first thing we did was tie on small hooks, snap on corks and bait up some red wigglers on their fishing…
Read MoreAnother “giant” on my list. When talking to a hunting and fishing crowd, the word “giant” conjures thoughts of trophy-sized game animals and fish. It’s what we all dream of… another “giant” on our list of sportsman goals. But I have another type of “giant” list. I am fortunate to have had the opportunity to…
Read MoreI don’t think of cars when I see one. I don’t think of engines. I don’t think of anything to do with land. To this day, over 30 years later, I still see water when I look at a quart oil jug. I see the stained brown water of Lake Oconee. I see the 12-foot…
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