Death By Night – John Seerey Lester
From Legends of the Hunt – Campfire Tales by John Seerey-Lester
Sporting Classics Editor and Author, Jim Casada, Wins “Excellence in Craft” Award for SCD Article
Esteemed Sporting Classics Editor-At-Large and author, Jim Casada, recently won the Excellence in Craft award for his Sporting Classics Daily piece, “Sweet Soul of the Smokies.” The Southeastern Outdoor Press Association (SEOPA) announced the winners of...
Sunday Shenanigans: Mysterious Ways
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...
The Ghost of Old Woman Bay
“There was a sudden rustle in the grass, and I heard the unmistakable whisper of soft and silent feet. But only for an instant, only for a step or two before it stopped and resumed its own curiosity as to what I might be.” There are ghosts still there at...
When a Zero Bar Cost a Nickel
All grown up and reputable now, it’s time to be proper, to forget about catchin’ carp and all those boyhood memories, back when a Zero bar cost a nickel. I wish I wasn’t so sophisticated as I am, so I could just haul off in the daylight and find me a...
The Captain and Me
Fifty years later, the old men were boys once again. I suppose there was a time when the Captain and I did not know one another, when he did not call me a smart ass, but neither of us can recall when that might have been. We are about half senile now, or at least we...
Across the Creek
At barely eight years old, he was scarcely ready to confront a wily old trout poacher. Or was he? Friday afternoon, 14th day of April 1959, with trout season due to open the next morning. I’d turned in my homework, got Monday’s assignments from Mrs. Whitten, and...
Half a Dog
All his life he’d wanted such a bird dog, and finally he was getting one, though problem was, he could only have half of him and dang if he could decide which half he wanted. Two old friends, been longer together than shoe leather, out huntin’: The morning...
The Shining Tides: Fall
Roccus fed and strengthened, yet did not grow in size. Despite her healing, her feeding, her strengthening, she continued to waste away. Roccus sank to the bouldered deeps off Mashnee. The hooks of the plug were merely an annoyance, the weight of it a nuisance, which...