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Hunter's Journal
By Scott Priester It was an April morning that most hunters dream of here in the South. The truck dashboard read 70 degrees as we arrived at the hunting land. This was a special hunting day as I looked at my dad and good friend Rich Mix. It was my Dad’s first time turkey hunting.…
Read MoreBy Charmayne Chadwick It was a Thursday afternoon hunt on Oct. 22, 2015. My son, John, and I planned on taking my grandkids hunting that afternoon. My son called and said that he may have to work late, so the hunt was off. Then at 1 p.m. the hunt was back on. Then at 1:30 the hunt was…
Read MoreBy Sam Klement “Dad,” Cannon whispered. “What is it?” I asked. “That buck fever is coming on me again,” he said. About that time, the stand started to shake like an earthquake was just moments from happening. “Try to control it, son. The does are looking at us,” I said. With a deep breath of cold…
Read MoreBy Mark Wiley My wife and I have been avid hunters for 15 years and knew our kids would have no choice but to follow in our footsteps. We have two children together, Madeline, 11, and Olivia, 9. Before they could even walk, the kids were in the woods hunting with their parents. Kids are…
Read MoreBy Sean Childers I along with Spence Price and Brian Cantel have enjoyed more than 20 years of friendship, and we all share a mutual love of the outdoors. As young hunters, we each spent countless hours with our dads and granddads hunting whitetail deer in the Georgia Piedmont. The time spent with family in our…
Read MoreBy Evelyn Pionessa It was a cold and windy December day, and there was fresh hog sign in one of the food plots. My husband, Jerry, wanted me to accompany him hunting in hopes of killing some of the hogs. To be perfectly honest, the thought of getting dressed for the cold and windy conditions…
Read MoreBy Eddie Hill Three years ago I embarked on a mission to help a young man from my neighborhood that I saw was headed down the wrong road. This young man had plenty of potential and was a very smart young man, but he started hanging with the wrong crowd and was headed for self…
Read MoreBy Mike West On Oct. 10, 2009 I took Hannah, my then 11-year-old daughter, on her first deer-hunting trip to Clybel WMA. It was a yearly adult/child hunt that in the past had been enjoyed by three of my sons. The boys were older now and above the age limit. It was time to take…
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