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DNR Conservation Ranger First Class Robert Peacock lives in a rural area of Crawford County. On Saturday, April 9, 2005, he was off duty and had taken his nieces fishing. At about 2:40 p.m. he was standing in his neighbor’s yard cleaning fish when he heard a shot from a shotgun very near his home.…
On June 22, 2004 at approximately 11:30 a.m., DNR Ranger First Class Craig Fulghum received a call from a Georgia Power Co. employee who monitors security cameras installed at Yonah Dam. Yonah Dam is located at the upper end of the Tugaloo River above Lake Hartwell in Stephens County. The employee said he was watching…
At about 2 p.m. on Jan. 4, 2004, David Kettering, of Kennesaw, arrived at the Little Pines Hunting Club in Heard County near Franklin. David is a member of the club, and he had made the trip to retrieve his 24-foot camper trailer for the off-season. He was accompanied by his 21-year-old stepson, Josh Swinks,…
Washington County: On March 16, 2004, DNR Law Enforcement Ranger Michael Crawley received a call from the Washington County Sheriff’s Department about shots fired during an apparent night-hunting incident on Newsbridge Road. According to incident reports, Ranger Crawley responded to the complaint and arrived at the complainant’s residence at 8:45 p.m. The resident said that…
During the first half of August 2004, DNR Law Enforcement Ranger First Class Sam O’Neal was on routine patrol looking for baited areas and discovered an active feeder in Bartow County. “It had just been put out,” said RFC O’Neal. “It was nothing fancy — your basic PVC pipe feeder strapped to a tree and…
On December 26, 2003, DNR Law Enforcement Sgt. David Nugent and Ranger First Class (RFC) Morty Wood were listening for after-hours duck shoots north of Willacoochee in Atkinson County. After the end of legal shooting hours had passed, an number of shots were heard west of Hwy 90. “They were a mile and a half…
A half-dozen flashlights bounced off the deerʼs brown hide where it lay just inside a narrow stand of privet. Jenny Lewisʼs smile was bigger than a quarter moons as she stared down and enjoyed the congratulatory pats on the back and high fives. “Giant doe,” said Ben Harris, Jennyʼs 18-year-old boyfriend. “Only your second time…
When Mike Kilgoreʼs tubby body fell beside his small dome tent nearly a quarter of a mile from the palmetto thicket, he slammed his scoped .22-magnum rifle down into a mat of thin pinestraw. Todd had arrived a minute earlier and was already sitting in the campʼs only chair. “That was Leeʼs voice…why did you…
“Sounds like weʼre getting pretty close… time to put it in stealth mode,” whispered Mike Kilgore. “I bet we ainʼt but 150 yards from the deer,” Todd Swain whispered back. “Youʼre fat… I can be quieter than you. Give me the gun, and Iʼll go alone.” “Iʼm fixing to slam the butt of this gun in…
“Knife? I ainʼt got my knife,” said Todd Swain. “You really are a moron, Todd,” Mike Kilgore said pointing a short, fat finger in Toddʼs face. “I figured youʼd forget your blade — thatʼs why Iʼve got mine.” Todd put his head down and ran his cold hands along the thick, long beams of the giant…