Hunting - Womens/Childrens Hunting

Well, the bobwhite flushed, I grimaced my face away from the receiver, and the gun actually fired. Good news/bad news: Neither the gun nor the quail exploded. I was able to commandeer my great-great grandfather’s Browning A-5 Special Steel 16-gauge. Rumors of its existence had floated around the dinner table for years. The shotgun resided with my great-uncle until he relinquished it to my grandmother. Once exposed to the light of day and with a North Carolina quail hunt scheduled… R...

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Sprinkle a day of running dogs into a spoon, heat it with a lighter until it liquefies, extract with a syringe, and inject the results straight into my veins. I’m addicted! It’s a ritual sport high on excitement and camaraderie. Wooo! The little buck in December was head-high, bounding towards me over the labyrinth of briers. I’d clawed into a tight clearing, misunderstanding the hand gestures from the hunter up the road. He just wanted me to the side of… Read More »...

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These here is God’s finest sculpturings! And there ain’t no laws for the brave ones! And there ain’t no asylums for the crazy ones! And there ain’t no churches, except for this right here! And there ain’t no priests excepting the birds. By God, I are a mountain man, and I’ll live ’til an arrow or a bullet finds me. And then I’ll leave my bones on this great map of the magnificent… Del Gue Forget The Grinch or Home… Read More » ...

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January is when I sit down with the calendar and plot the upcoming turkey season. Preseason scouting, youth hunts, opening weekend in two Florida zones, and out-of-state trips. Executed correctly, I’m booked from February through May. Imperative to this process, of course, is also sitting down with the household budget to assure my dreams don’t extend beyond my financial grasp. The biggest expenses come, naturally, from adventures across the state line. Unless airfare is involved, no...

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Thermal imaging scopes are too rich for my blood. I prefer the ol’ fashioned method of night hunting – spotlighting. Feels outlaw-ish but so long as the quarry is the wild hog, it’s legal on private lands. With permission, of course. So, armed with a Stanley Fatmax LED and Bushmaster AR-10, Travis drove us into the orange grove we’ve hunted for years. Projecting 2200 lumens, you could light a cigarette with this light; maybe smell the bacon sizzling on any… Read Mo...

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After spotting and photographing a real live whooping crane outside of a zoo or refuge, I expect multiple invitations from the most prestigious ornithology associations and bird-watching clubs to speak and otherwise engage with other, less-fortunate birders. The basis of accepting any offers will be founded solely on flattery and cash. Whatever organization successfully woos me should probably make room for several other members, as well. Tom, who’d hunted this ranch in Sarasota County in ...

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New gimmick for the 2020s. I’m shelving the deer reports. They’ve become repetitive and a drag to write. Instead, I’m breaking out a monthly list of the best hunting action statewide. Open seasons, breaking news, and recent personal experiences will be the foundation of these rankings. I’ll likely change formats and degrees of seriousness as this progresses. We’ll see how it goes from here! 1 . Deer – Man, I had the briefest chance at a fine Sarasota County pr...

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