Mississippi Magic
Steve Anderson reached his land about mid afternoon, and hopped on his golf cart to head to a stand. […]
Steve Anderson reached his land about mid afternoon, and hopped on his golf cart to head to a stand. […]
The shot rang out from the direction of my son David’s stand. In my little shooting house, I quietly pumped my fist and whispered, “YES!”[…]
Why carry around binoculars when you have equal or greater magnification capabilities attached to the top of your rifle?[…]
What would fall be without our annual WMA Forecast?[…]
It wasn’t what any sane hunter would call a cool morning, with daybreak temperatures hovering about 72.[…]
Want to attract and hold deer on your property? We tell you what to plant.[…]
Let’s face it: Plowing, soil testing, liming, fertilizing, planting and killing weeds to maintain a green field includes exhausting work and often great expense. A green field, like a two-edged sword, can and will attract and feed deer.[…]
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.[…]
A spectral shape darted across the shadowy bottom, disappearing behind a fallen treetop.[…]
It was several years ago when Wild Turkey Hunting Club decided to move from an anything-goes buck management plan to a requirement that bucks have at least 6 points before members could shoot them.[…]
Michael Fazende and his 11-year-old son David settled into the box stand Nov. 1 hoping to get a jump on the other members on their 1,200-acre West Feliciana lease.[…]
Al Bullock knew a good buck was in the cutover, but after six straight days of hunting West Bay Wildlife Management Area he had nothing but lost time to show.[…]
Rowdy deer visits children’s store
Head manager Joseph Velesis said he tried to calm the deer by talking to it, but the animal panicked and charged toward the back of the store.[…]
It was an early January morning, and a bright moon, two days past full, cast an eerie light across the swamp. A bitter North Louisiana cold snap had kept the temperature below freezing for several days, and now it was in the low 20s with a light north wind. […]
Twelve-year-old Louis Rossignol Jr. hadn’t been in his box stand overlooking the foodplot for 10 minutes, and his heart was already in his throat. His eyes bugged. He didn’t breath; he gasped. His father — tense, eyes riveted — looked over his son’s shoulder.[…]
The hunter leaned against a tree, intently inspecting the surrounding woods and enjoying an apple.[…]