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I really, really, really didn’t want to focus on anything Coronavirus-related; it’s simply unavoidable. When I started writing this post, “ranting” about current affairs would’ve been the accurate temperament of literary style. About rotten turkey hunting luck and closures. My disdain for #socialdistancing attached to every outdoor-related Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter post. Joe Exotic and his cult of misfits spraying hot tiger urine in the faces of safe, legal g...

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I could gush on for hours about my daughter’s first gobbler. Her patience. Our laughter. The raucous crunching and rustling of her rooting through a bag of Chex-Mix causing me a nervous tick. Hens walking up behind the blind. How she made the shot all on her own at age 8 with her new .410. Helping set up gear and toting it to our set-up. Excitement upon hearing the first gobbles. Descending into thinly veiled disappointment when they didn’t show… Read More » ...

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With the minutes winding down on the final hunt, Team Four needed to scratch two more bobwhite to top the Century Mark on the day. Already out of contention for the grand prize, this final three-digit challenge was a consolation, as much as anyone requires consoling among the Georgia pines. Over a pristine Valentine’s Day weekend, I participated in a quail hunt at Sundown Farms Plantation near Moultrie for a charity event benefiting the Kate’s Story Foundation. The accommodations at&...

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Hunters are running a little victory lap online at the moment. Coronavirus panic-preparation has vacuumed grocery shelves of domestic meats. Sportsmen – successful ones, at least – are touting their woodsmanship with photos of stocked freezers piled with wrapped wild game, many folks feeling like sultans, which is plenty fair. Country boys can survive and all that. (Just a thought for current times – this is a fine opportunity to introduce a non-hunting friend or neighbor to th...

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A roommate of mine in college was a line cook at the Carrabba’s in Gainesville. He didn’t actually attend UF, rather he helped me move into an apartment one semester and never left. He was our very own Guy on the Couch who, despite employment, never had rent money, and whose clothes were piled in my room and reeked of that restaurant. To this day, I can’t dine there, much to Carolyn’s dismay. Part of the bargain in this arrangement,… Read More » ...

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“Don’t try to describe the ocean if you’ve never seen it. Don’t ever forget that you just may wind up being wrong.” – Jimmy Buffett From Google Earth, noticeable game trails zig-zagged a depression marsh in the Deep Lake Unit of Big Cypress WMA. I figured I could take advantage of these to hike from Turner River Road to a cypress strand where I’d locate a gobbler. This particular section of woods is walk-in-only and allows bows and muzzleloading shotguns...

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Let’s not delay this month’s list with a long-winded prelude…because… 1. Gobble ‘Til You Wobble – The most wonderful time of the year. Turkey season starts this weekend (March 7th) south of SR-70. I’m hunting the Deep Lake Unit of Big Cypress WMA with a blackpowder shotgun. That’s serious derangement. Access is tough because, well, it’s a giant wet strand. Doesn’t appear to be a locale loaded with gobs. I was seeking a place off SR-29 t...

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