by Michael M. DeWitt, Jr. | Jul 18, 2024
It was an act of violence rougher than anything Hemingway ever wrote about – the blood-curdling screams made me sick to my stomach. But about that time I hooked a monster bluegill… A Southern Tall Tale Excuse me, gents. Jimmy Shakes here, nice to meet ya. I...
by Michael M. DeWitt, Jr. | Jul 20, 2021
You never get over the sight of your first bluegill or redbreast. Maybe that’s why we always return to the ponds and waters of our youth. It was shaping up to be a day for the Daddy Diary. I was sitting, legs swinging carefree, on the well-worn dock of the...
