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“Shelby?” “Yes.” “This is Jamie… Jamie Hardin.” “Hi. How did you get my cell number?” she asked. “I went by Haynie’s today, but they said it was your day off,” Jamie said. “Mr. Haynie gave it to me. I hope you don’t mind.” “No, not at all,” she said. “I’m glad you called.” “I was…
For me, October is the most glorious month of the year. The air is bright and cool. There are football games on TV that actually matter. Restaurant patios are covered by college girls in sundresses with little stickers on their faces. There are balloons everywhere. Children are laughing, angels are crying, but mostly, I finally…
I was getting close, at least that is what my GPS was telling me. My flashlight scanned back and forth looking for the lone bright eye I had placed on the tree earlier in the week. I finally saw the reflection in the distance, and I knew I was there. Even though I had found…
“You shouldn’t have said that, man,” Corey told his friend after Shelby walked away. “Why not?” Jamie asked. “It’s the truth.” “She’ll tell him what you said,” Corey stated. “That’s why. We don’t need any trouble from Skeeter Davis and his crowd. He hadn’t missed a beat since you’ve been gone… still up to his…
WRD Biologist Reggie Thackston gets a child-like grin on his face when you talk about good dog work and a south Georgia covey rise on a cold morning. Along with enjoying a good quail hunt, Reggie has been instrumental in the state’s success of its Bobwhite Quail Initiative program. He contacted GON a few weeks…
Each year, WRD works hard to plant public dove fields for Georgia hunters. The big question this year is how has all the rain affected these fields. In some cases the water has slowed cutting and burning. However, other fields are right on schedule and should have plenty of feed in the fields. The following…
I’m lucky to have access to some suburban wooded tracts in the outskirts of Atlanta. We all know about the quality of bucks holed up in these pockets and ribbons of woods. An oasis of wildlife habitat nestled between neighborhoods and businesses can hold a world-class buck. A couple years ago I began trying to…
David Campbell walked briskly across the harvested peanut field in northern Lee County, his Lone Wolf climber slung over his shoulder and Hoyt bow in hand. On this cold December morning he could see his breath as he made his way to a tract of large pines and continued into them about 80 yards to…
Jamie Hardin opened one side of the double glass doors leading into Haynie’s Drug Store and stepped inside. With the aid of a single crutch, he turned to his right and walked into the brightly decorated 1950s-style soda shop located in the front right-hand corner of the pharmacy. After taking a few steps, he paused…
The day was Oct. 23, 2012, and the thermometer read 88 degrees. I was slipping in for an afternoon bowhunt in middle Georgia. I had my Lone Wolf climber on my back, wearing only a camouflage short-sleeve shirt and my Bug Tamer jacket strapped to my climber. By the time I reached my tree, I…
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