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My trip to Paris Landing State Park

It has been there a while, Paris Landing State Park. I have stayed there on a few occasions.

It is a great base for crappie fishing on KY Lake, holding a conference or just a family getaway. I stayed while crappie fishing with Dr. Jimmy Morris and his dad, I have stayed there for a couple meetings of Tennessee Outdoor Writers Association (TOWA).

Full Moon in May - Bedding Bream

Ask the old-timers. They'll tell you the best time to catch bedding bream, aka bluegills is the first full moon in May.

It may be true. Lot of them swear by it and it has been good for me. At any rate, I marked May 10, a week from today, on my calendar.

I'm heading for White Oak to put an assault on them.

Angling in the rain

I don't do it much anymore, at least not on purpose. Getting too old, I guess.

But fishing on a rainy, spring day can be super productive. Over the years, (the ones quite a ways in the past,), I learned that when it is raining enough to get the creeks and draws running fresh water into the lakes and streams, the fish tend to bite.

Between the storms, hit The Hill

Hit reverse. Go back several years. Stop at the year the last tornado hit Lebanon.

While that was going on, the late Russ Jackson and I were staying at the lodge at Edgar Evins State Park and fishing Center Hill. We caught a lot of smallmouth. We had no idea what was going on, weather-wise.

How to fool and April gobbler

I have said it many times. I am not a turkey hunter.
I have been, have killed some, a couple big ones. But I am not eat up with it. It may be, because I don't like to eat turkey, never have.
But as an outdoor writer and somewhat of a woodsman and hunter, when the season opens, I feel almost obligated to go.

Sloan debuts three books
Sloan debuts three books

The Wilson Post's award-winning outdoor writer John L. Sloan recently debuted a trio of books on Amazon Kindle. "The Empty Chair," "Memories in a Dying Fire" and "Leaving Saline" are all now available on the Amazon Kindle store.

Down deep and cold, too

According to my temperature measuring device, it was 17 degrees.

Fortunately, I own clothes that are designed to keep you warm, anyway. I had them on. You see, I was going fishing-crappie fishing-with a spider rig.

Turkey season opens Saturday, April 1

I may go this year. I have a place with a lot of them, a spot that does not require a lot of walking.

A spot I can set up a ground blind or two and probably kill one. The season opens this Saturday, April 1, and runs through May 14.

I may go try and call a gobbler in.

NWTF Convention-A Nice Walk?

Turkey hunting often involves a lot of walking.
So, February, 17, Dave Durham and I started training. We started with a half-mile walk on level, paved ground.
That was from the parking lot to the building. It was the closest space we could find.
Turkey season opens April 1.

Compilation: luck or skill?

Story I heard, is this: James Jordan was walking down a railroad track in Wisconsin. It was in 1914. He saw a big deer, shot it. He had never seen it before. It was later proclaimed, the world record whitetail.

Many years later, 2014, I think, guy named Hansen is on a deer drive up in Saskatchewan. Sees a big buck running by him and shoots him. New world record.

Monkey face fires

They talk to you.
They leave you with memories and they create memories and, absolutely, they talk to you.
Campfires. In over six decades of staring into them, I have a compilation of the great ones.

Make your Mammy slap your Pappy

That is the way Uncle Lloyd use to describe sac-a-lait fillets, properly fried with the correct trimmings. We call them crappie.

Fishing for crappie can be as difficult or as simple as you want to make, it. It requires minimal equipment and not a great deal of skill. Best of all, now is the time to start fishing for them. They are, or should be, moving up from deeper water to the shallower spawning areas. Let me begin with where to start looking.

One day in December

It is cold this late-season, December morning. Twenty-two degrees.
The climb up the ridge has me sweating. Too many clothes on and too old. My glasses fog up from the excess body heat. Daylight is coming.
I'm not sure why I am even hunting this morning. My freezer is full of deer meat and I have filled the freezers of several other families.

Early Spring ponds

It was not a big pond, maybe three acres.
It had been there a long time and had been carefully stocked.
It was 30-feet deep at the deep end and the shore was full of down timber and bushes.

Coming soon, black panthers

They can't be far behind.
Quite some time ago, I reported that I was sure there were Mountain Lions in Tennessee.
Within a few weeks, the Tennessee Wildlife Resource Agency had a couple confirmed sightings.
I said, they follow the river systems eastward and I still believe that.

The sun has set

Well, the sun has set on another deer season.

For me, it was season number, 62.

Sixty-two years is a long time to chase those ole things but I enjoyed every minute of it. For me, it was a great season. I killed several does and two bucks.

Down-size, slow-size for winter fishing
Tilapia -- never caught one

For quite some time, I have been getting reliable reports of folks catching coolers full of Tilapia.

The hot spot, pun intended, has been the waters of the Gallatin Steam Plant. That is logical since they, the Tilapia, do not survive well in waters below 70 degrees.

The old house in the hills

Nothing much happens in Rutledge. Once the bustling center of a small plantation community, it is now just the decaying remnants of time passing by.

Only the old, general store, itself, weathered and listing, showed signs of life. Rutledge is just a town the wind blows through on its' way somewhere else.

It is here, just in front of the store that the road to the hollow turns off. I parked near the neglected, weed grown cemetery.

Magic tree No. 2; end of an era

I am sitting over a brown, greenfield at White Oak. They didn't get any rain, either. I'll tell you about this trip in a week or so and we will also look at his year's deer kill and crunch some numbers. In the meantime, maybe you will enjoy this.

Over 30 years ago, I wrote an article for my good friend, M.R. James, editor of Bowhunter Magazine. I called it, "The Magic Tree". It was about a tree on Cheatham, WMA from which other hunters and I had killed a total of 33 deer. That number included three, in one day, by three different bowhunters. It was a quite deceptive tree.

The old men

I have trouble writing Christmas columns, have since the kids grew up. So, I thought, maybe you'd enjoy this factional, (combination of fact and fiction), account of a cold day. Might help you cool off.

The misspelt werds are intentional. It is callt vernacular...or something. Might make you consider Christmas JLS

The plain facts about camo, scent & clowns

Thinking about buying some camouflage or scent killer "stuff" for Christmas? Or maybe something way out of the box. Give this some thought.

Ninety-five percent of the hunting camo made today, is made to fool human eyes. Three-percent, is designed to be drapes, curtains or seat covers.

The remainder, is designed to fool animal eyes. Animals do not see as human see. Most of the animals we are trying to fool, have diurnal vision.

A screwy hunting season

We are about 70-plus days into our 2016/17 hunting season. For half of it, it was more like summer and a drought was building.

Hunting should have been slow. In some areas, I guess it was. Crazy Weather!

Is Al Gore to blame? What is it with the summer weather during bow season? But for that matter, what do I have to complain about?

The building season

Deer season is open. Of all the places I hunt and have hunted, by far, my favorite is an old, abandoned, decrepit homestead. That was the subject for the first magazine article I sold Bowhunter Magazine, over 30 years ago. Thanks to Chuck Denault for the idea, the pictures and superb paintings. JLS

Records, world records & stuff

Been some big deer killed this year. The one making a lot of news is the potential world record, non-typical buck, killed recently in Sumner County, during the muzzle loader season.

Young Stephen Tucker, killed the buck in outside Gallatin, with 47 points that is possibly a new world record. Big deer for sure, over 300 inches of antler.

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