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A stolen title for this blog from Riley Green’s hit song, “I wish Grandpas never died.” Such a simple line, but oh so true. Both of my grandpas have gone on to be with the Lord, and it’s hard not to miss them, especially right here around the holidays. They both managed to have an…
I can’t even tell you how many times during the last 35 years I have driven up over Blood Mountain on Highway 129. Left turn. Right turn. Hairpin turn. That’s the route I took when I lived in Marietta as a teenager and the route I still take headed from Morgan County as an old…
In part two of our sit-down with this year’s Georgia Kayak Bass Fishing State Champion, Jason Alford shares his Day 1 experience on West Point Lake. Launching at his final pre-fishing ramp, Jason made for his spot. “After a 1.25-mile pedal, I arrived at the mouth of the creek where I planned to start,” said…
By Shawn Lumsden Georgia’s 2019 deer season was finally upon us in Talbot County, a day that half the state’s population would rank just as significant as Thanksgiving or even Christmas. As my family prepares for deer season, we tell stories at the dinner table and thumb through photo albums of seasons past. Looking forward…
Thanksgiving break is about a number of things for our family. One of those things is some time away from sounds and gadgets as we escape to the woods. Neither one of my daughters are nutso crazy about hunting. They’re certainly not following in their old man’s footsteps seeking out full-time occupations that will involve…
If you read my last blog entry, you’re well aware that Jason Alford captured this year’s Georgia Kayak Bass Fishing Championship in October. Jason was kind enough to sit down with me and share his experience competing on West Point Lake and the Chattahoochee River. In fact, Jason shared so much great information that I’m…
Yesterday while trout fishing down around Brunswick, I saw something that is becoming all to common, and for me, it’s down right disappointing. While working our way along a grass-lined bank, we eased past another boat. I watched the man fishing as we went past and couldn’t help but notice a child, maybe 9 or…
This chilly November morning marks one of my favorite Saturdays of the year. As shooting light nears, there are men, women and children standing around tailgates sipping coffee as they adorn orange caps, hunting vests and briar britches. Beagle hounds whine in the box as nearby cottontails and swampers will soon be forced from…
Ever lived in a neighborhood with a homeowner’s association? Thank goodness I don’t. I can’t imagine having someone down the street complaining—maybe even issuing me a fine—because my truck is parked in the yard or because I left my trailer beside the house. Reminds me of a theory. Goes like this… once someone takes on…
By Jason Rieder I worked all night Saturday night, got off around 7 a.m. and began my drive to Georgia. I knew I wanted to hunt that evening, so I only stopped for breakfast and gas. I arrived at the ranch around 1 p.m. I got showered and headed to the stand closest to the…
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