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Have you even been riding, see a sign, and you just couldn’t not stop? Happened to me on Sunday. I was up outside the community of Long Creek, South Carolina. I just finished a 2.9 mile hike to Sid’s Falls in the Sumter National Forest and decided I’d head over to Long Creek Falls to…
By John Zebro It was Oct. 21, 2017. We’d been hunting for the last three days thanks to the Yuchi WMA check-in hunt. I managed to drag three guys from base to go hunting with me on this expedition. The four of us had seen plenty of does, but for a WMA that is known…
It still feels like we’re waiting on the alarm to go off to end a nightmare. Or, depending on your perspective, maybe parts of this have been more like a dream. This virus is deadly serious, potentially from a health standpoint and for certain economically. But maybe for some folks this warped reality the past…
It’s been said when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Well the same can be said for mudfish. When the Swamp gives you mudfish, make mudfish nuggets. Despite what many say, mudfish meat is very mild tasting and doesn’t require a bunch of exotic seasonings or cooking methods to make it edible. Try this, and…
John D. Rockefeller was one of the wealthiest men to ever live. He amassed a fortune worth billions in today’s money, so it’s easy to see why his name sticks out on the pages of history books still today. What the history books don’t talk about very much though is the real legacy he left…
I used to worship turkeys. From about my junior year in high school well into adulthood, my pure reason for living was wrapped solely into one single thing: killing wild turkeys. In fact, I had decided that whenever I left this world, I wanted my lasting legacy to be that I was a great turkey…
It was the summer of 1993… Man… just saying that reminds me I’m starting to get old. Anyway back to the story. It’s April, the sun is shining, and I’m in a jon boat hoping and praying to somehow catch my first bass. I’m armed with a Zebco 33 and a Creme plastic worm. I’m…
Based on the title of this story, I’m surprised and grateful for those who have stopped in to read it. Give me three minutes and it will come full circle… I promise. There is not a more hated and despised fish in Georgia’s waters to my knowledge than a bowfin. Ugly, nasty, slimy, are some…
By O.J. Greene This year was the greatest hunting season of all time. My oldest son shot his first deer, and I finally took my first archery buck. Both harvests have been a long time in the making. During my first 43 years of life, I shot three does during a total of four hunts.…
We lived on a neighborhood lake when I was a teen. Most every evening I slid a jonboat into the water and sculled around by myself, slinging a popping bug on a junky old fly rod, sidearm redneck style, as the sun sank below the treeline. It was cathartic, my mediation. Those evenings on the…
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