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On The Shoulders Of Giants With Andrew Curtis
My dad is not a hunter. My dad is not a fisherman. My dad is not what I would call an outdoorsman like me. At an early age, I showed a special interest in the outdoors, despite my father’s indifference to these activities, but I never lacked for places to hunt and fish when I…
Read MoreIt all started with an interest. I was searching for someone to teach me how to make an antler knife. Through a serendipitous conversation with a client of mine, I was given the name and phone number of the mentor I sought. That someone happened to be an 81-year-old man from Carnegie named Edwin H.…
Read MoreI 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…
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