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Turkey Talk

When I woke up this morning, I immediately noticed something was different. It was just starting to break daylight, and I hadn’t heard the first vehicle come down the old gravel road.[…]

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The Camo Man

A solitary loon swam gracefully across the surface of one of the narrow cuts that intersected the Wilkinson Canal. Darkness obscured the hoist at the nearby Myrtle Grove marina as a steady stream of boats idled slowly down the long canal.[…]

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Special Sportsman

Don’t read any further unless you want to eliminate all your reasons for not achieving greatness. Clay Dyer’s motto, “If I can, you can,” will do away with your excuses for not becoming whatever you desire in life.[…]

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Treasure Map

A thick layer of fog hugged the ground as I wound my way east on Highway 90 through the Rigolets and north toward the East Pearl Launch at the base of the Pearlington Bridge.[…]

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A Home of their Own

I couldn’t help but note the irony. It was a classic show-and-tell. Three clear and plaintive “bobwhite” calls drifted through the pines to the ears of our crew — calls made by three different birds.[…]

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Hell on Hooves

I knew it was going to be a different kind of day when Scottie Holland with Louisiana Hog Hunters in Natalbany handed me a clipboard and asked me to sign a release.[…]

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Creeped Out

Cockroaches get hip to our methods of massacring them and develop defenses. Bacteria do the same. Then brilliant folks in lab coats get their dander up, spit on their hands and spend months of painstaking labor in laboratories peering into microscopes, mixing deadly concoctions and checking results.[…]

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Jerk in a Jam

The stretch of shoreline looked like it was tailor-made for a pack of redfish to be roaming for a mid-morning meal. But, it wasn’t really all that different looking than the others we’d come across in the Myrtle Grove marsh that morning, and I was more than a little frustrated.[…]