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This 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. Screven County: On the evening of Jan. 29, 2016, Cpl. Mike Wilcox, Cpl. Shaymus McNeely, Sgt. Don Dasher and Ranger First Class Jordan Crawford…
Like a villain in the night, the stalker drew closer. “IT” was hungry, and the heavy cloud cover provided perfect concealment, blocking the full moon from shining through to the dark creek bottom. With the exception of the sound of the creek’s steady flow, the bottom was deafly quiet. The Phantom approached the waist-sized bay…
October – The Chess Match Like a villain in the night, the stalker drew closer. “IT” was hungry, and the heavy cloud cover provided perfect concealment, blocking the full moon from shining through to the dark creek bottom. With the exception of the sound of the creek’s steady flow, the bottom was deafly quiet. The…
“An obsession is a turrible thing,” Rocky Cooper said with a smile. “You surely don’t wanna get afflicted with one of them thangs if you can avoid it. Why, ya’ get to the point where you can’t think of nothin’ else until the thang you’re obsessed with comes to pass, and if it don’t,…
“Even if we don’t get us a big ol’ he-buck today, it won’t be a total wash-out because we’ve got plenty of time to chow-down at Jake’s,” Coach Smart told us as we rolled northward through the predawn darkness. Jake’s was a legendary diner on the main drag in Dahlonega that always catered to deer…
Corey stopped putting corn in the feeders two weeks before archery season opened. They still got several more trail-cam photos of Jupiter II because the deer were still hanging around the feeders at night. All were taken while the buck was still in velvet, and all came from the same camera that had taken the…
The John Deere tractor pulled up next to Isabel’s truck, and Jamie shut it off. Using an old wooden cane that had been in his grandmother’s house forever, he climbed down and limped over to the truck. He grabbed a bottle of water out of the cooler in the back. It was late afternoon. He…
“Did you hear that?” said Dewitt as he rose from his camp chair. He stood away from the crackling fire to listen. Hamp, Dewitt’s older brother, sitting on his heels by the fire to pour coffee from a smoke-blackened pot hung over the campfire, shook his head. “Didn’t hear it,” he said. “Me neither,” said…
“Leia!” Hamp shouted across the dark food plot. “Leia!” His voice was choked with worry and rising panic about what had happened to his granddaughter. The hunting blind was empty, but puzzlingly, her rifle was still propped up in the corner. Hamp Varner and his brother Dewitt had hurried from their hunt camp to the…
Brent was afraid to climb down from his stand. The teenager had never seen his father in such an angry rage. George Gentry stood beneath his 17-year-old son’s deer stand, soaking wet, water dripping from his face, glaring upward toward Brent’s stand and shouting in an utter fury. “Brent, you fool,” he screamed, his voice…