The snake was a moccasin, swimming downstream in what was called the “old” river — a channel off the Amite, running behind an elongated island. We were in Port Vincent on Butch Croom’s land. The lazy waters of the old river channel flowed behind the land with absolutely no discernible water movement. […]
He missed the really exciting times in the swamp.
By the time he got out of the Army, back from Vietnam, and back in college, working on his graduate degree, it was several years after all the night hunting and control shooting had occurred. […]
I first heard of Blue Wonder products in a high-end clothing store that sells guns. And rods and reels. And old cars. And watches and jewelry. […]
Cypress Grove Hunting Club is a throwback to the days of yesteryear, when there weren’t a lot of deer in the woods, and hunting clubs were large, extended family groups that passed memberships down like knightings. […]
Last month I told you about the Southeast Outdoor Press Association conference in Fayetteville, N.C. SEOPA is a 14-state organization of professional outdoor writers and communicators; its corporate sponsors include many of the big-name manufacturers all outdoor folks recognize. […]
As a youngster, I devoured my uncle’s outdoor magazines. He was a chemical engineer, a machinist, a shooter and a gunsmith — and I hero-worshiped him as only a kid can. A patient man, he catered to my incessant questions pestering him with queries about guns, hunting and every other aspect of the shooting sports I could think to ask about. […]
About four years ago, with the millennium fast approaching, gun writers were asked by various magazines to write about guns of the past century, and what could be expected in the gun world in the new century rapidly approaching. […]