The hunter had been following a sparse blood trail for over two hours and it looked as though his greatest fear might be realized. The scant blood sign was beginning to peter out even more. John Forrest feared it might disappear altogether. Although he was sure he had...
The bumper sticker read: A bad day fishing is better than a good day at work. I was sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic wondering how I had allowed myself to get in such a frustrating situation. Like all of the other miserable souls around me, I was growing more...
Why are American deer hunters so infatuated with the past? What is it about looking at old pictures from yesteryear that stirs our very being? Hunting touches the soul. When we go back in time and see how our grandfathers and great grandfathers took to the woods and...
The ocean was like a piece of glass as we glided past the familiar black-and-white-spiraled St. Augustine lighthouse a mile or so off to our starboard side. Heading out into the great unknown on a muggy June morning, I couldn’t help but think of my grandmother’s...
In all my years of fishing, I’d been skunked, sea sick, rained on, parched and humiliated. But never could I remember a bad day fishing. I was sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic wondering how I had allowed myself to get in such a frustrating situation. Like all of...
A legend in his own right, Ernest’s son, Jack Hemingway, created a name for himself in the world of fly fishing that lives on to this day. Anyone who was lucky enough to befriend Jack Hemingway during his lifetime—and he frequently fished with some of the...
The intriguing survival story of a deer species discovered in China more than 150 years ago. When I was a small boy I started digging a hole in the backyard. My dad came out and asked me what I was doing. “Digging a hole,” I answered. He smiled broadly. “If you keep...
Sunday or not, day of rest or not, I reckon we’ve got a pair of bucks out in the woods that need to be tended to. When modern deer hunting seasons were first established in Georgia during the late 1950s and early ’60s, it was against the law to hunt on...
When modern deer hunting seasons were first established in Georgia during the late 1950s and early ’60s, it was against the law to hunt on Sunday in many (if not all) Georgia counties. Sometimes these laws were enforced and sometimes they weren’t,...
For nearly a decade the canny old wolf eluded the best hunters and trappers while waging a reign of terror on farmers and wildlife. Despite his one serious handicap, he was a streamlined and highly efficient killing machine. It almost seemed as though all the savagery...
