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On The Shoulders Of Giants With Andrew Curtis
I 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…
Read More“Only 23 days until bow season. I am literally counting down the days. Maybe this year I will get my first Pope and Young buck.” The year was 2000. This was the beginning of my first journal entry for my tenth-grade English assignment. My mind was on deer hunting as I daydreamed of shooting a…
Read MoreI was young when I figured out a certain fishing technique. No one taught me this one, and I would not be surprised if there are numerous other methods that trump mine. However, I figured out how to put white bass in my boat. The white bass is a fish I feel is often overlooked.…
Read MoreWhy do we like to hunt and fish? What is that feeling that keeps pulling us back? Most of you reading this article know the magic I am referring to, but this feeling is incredibly elusive to articulate. I found myself faced with a similar question during my first year in vet school. In order…
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