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The Hall of Shame column is designed to highlight the efforts of Georgia DNR Law Enforcement Division (LED) officers who, among their many duties, protect Georgia’s wildlife, sportsmen and natural resources from game-law violators. Walton County: On Nov. 29, 2015 at 6:20 a.m., Cpl. Eddie Tompkins received a call from a hunter who leases property…
Deer Hunting Prep Well, the Fourth of July is usually the turning point of the summer for me. I bowhunt deer through January in Forsyth County and then prepare for turkey season, which runs until May 15. I shoot my bow a little in June but really start thinking about deer after the Fourth of…
Twenty-four boys and girls ages 12 to 15 from all across Georgia recently participated in the 13th annual Georgia Trout Camp, sponsored by Georgia Trout Unlimited (TU). The camp took place at the Rabun Gap Nacoochee School in Clayton. Kids learned and practiced the sport of fly fishing, studied sound conservation practices and enjoyed a…
The Hall of Shame column is designed to highlight the efforts of Georgia DNR Law Enforcement Division (LED) officers who, among their many duties, protect Georgia’s wildlife, sportsmen and natural resources from game-law violators. Laurens County: On June 16, 2015, Cpl. Dan Stiles was contacted by the Area Manager of Hugh M. Gillis Public Fishing…
His name is Andrew S. Hanen. He is a United States District Court Judge down in Brownsville, Texas. He is a hero of mine. For the past seven years, it has been clear to me that the highest law enforcement officer in the nation, Attorney General Eric Holder, had been abusing the law. On May…
It is a little-known fact, very likely proven via reams of some egghead’s psychiatrical conglomerationism, that fishermen don’t think like normal people. Me neither. Think like normal people, that is. But then, I’m a fisherman. I rest my case. Not really. Because if I did, there would be a lot of empty white space on…
It was one of those southern spring afternoons that Henry David Thoreau could wax poetic about for hours. Ducky Jones and I, teenage lads at the time, were plying the banks of a calm, pastoral pond in an 8-foot pram, fly fishing for bluegill. We found a good spot and eased our concrete block anchor…
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