Today is Thursday, September 18, 2014
Do not call her Flo

Our archery season is about open. In fact, it opens Sept. 27, in 10 days. That approaching event made me think of a hunter I know from down in Georgia. Let me tell you a little about her.

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Two things you can do on a hot day

The weather liars said it would be 95, August 26. I had on a jogging suit hoody and rain pants and was not sweating. I was working hard, too. Not as hard as the Judge who just about refuses to use the trolling motor. He would rather scull. That suits me fine cause I would rather catch trout.

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The great myths of deer hunting

He came with head down, nose to the ground, walking exactly as I had. But I knew the rubber boots would defeat his sense of smell.  Knee-high rubber boots make it impossible for a deer to smell where you walk.

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The war starts at Noon Monday
The war starts at Noon Monday

It will sound like a small war. Enough gun powder will be burnt to supply a small army. In fact, there will be a small army out and about when dove season 2014 opens at noon September 1.

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A pond for all seasons
A pond for all seasons

In an hour or so, it would be sweltering. Fog lay in patches, low on the water hotter than a bath. The pond, three acres in size, was slick as a mirror. Not a breath of air stirred and the buzzbait made the only wake on the surface as it returned to the Pond Tracker boat.

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Dave, David, Earl, Judge, General

You can call Judge David Earl Durham by a variety of names.
    
For well over 30-years, I have called him friend. I honestly cannot remember how or exactly when we met.

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Let's go North, way up North
Let's go North, way up North

It had worked out perfectly and I was grinning like a wave on a milk bucket.
    
I have known Riley, his wife Eva, son James and daughter Nicky for a long time. When I stepped out of the Otter float plane, on a lake near the Quebec-Labrador border, I knew I was going to have a good time. It was almost like coming home though I was a few thousand miles north of Cedar City.

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Elvin’s reality show

Elvin was confused. No, Elvin was scared. No, to be totally honest, Elvin was terrified.
    
The bear, later estimated to be between 9.5 and 10-feet tall and weighing about 1,000-pounds was neither of the three. He was hungry.

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No need to hurry

If the old man knew he was being watched, he gave no sign. There was nothing special about him, nothing that would catch your eye. In fact, he was rather nondescript. His white hair was a little long, in need of a combing and his bib overalls were standard issue, Big Smiths or Oshkosh. Something about him caught my attention.

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Doldrums, dog days and just plain hot

Hunnert and fo degrees in the front of the boat. I set the hook . . . hard.
    
You can catch fish in the heat of the day. I have done it. It is not easy and it is not as much fun as you might think. On the day the thermometer read 104-degrees, I came close to a heat stroke. But we did catch a few fish and they were good ones.

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A rattlesnake food plot  Read more...
The deadliest days Read more...
A moving sky  Read more...
Great way to start the day Read more...
Amazin' lures with funny names Read more...
Maybe the perfect family vacation Read more...
The history behind it Read more...
It may be the prime month Read more...
Maybe next year, some wilderness Read more...
The long love affair Read more...
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