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Young Guns

Sarah Hebert had been in the woods since she was about 5 years old. She had been coached on the ways of hunting by her father, and she had spent time on the range.[…]

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Free Bucks for All

I met the grizzled hunter at a taxidermy shop when he came in with two huge bucks. One had eight points with tall, heavy antlers. The other, a magnificent 12-pointer, didn’t have antlers quite as heavy, but it had a very wide rack and extremely long tines — much wider and longer than the 8 point’s.[…]

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Bucks Look Up

I could see halfway down ivory antlers that looked wide and heavy moving above the gallberry bushes. I stood quietly, clicked my mechanical release onto the string of my bow and prepared to draw.[…]

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Black Gold

Gilbert’s James McMurray was getting worried. Deer season was ending and his freezer was sorely lacking packages marked “venison” to carry his family through the months ahead.[…]

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.17 HMR — New bang on the block

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.[…]

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The Cousin’s Tale

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.[…]

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Keep Your Powder Dry

I admit I was pumped. The prospect of taking a deer with my muzzleloader on video set pretty well with me.

I was hunting with good friend Luke Lewis on a hunting lease that is adjacent to Jackson-Bienville Wildlife Management Area south of Ruston. Lewis, a wildlife biologist, planned to video me taking a deer on video, and was all set to preserve my special moment for my grandchildren to one day enjoy.
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Food Facts

It was hot in the woods, and mosquitoes rose in clouds each time a plant was disturbed.

On top of that, ticks crawled on anything with a pulse.

But Scott Durham was on his hands and knees, oblivious to the dangers of being sucked dry.[…]