Deer hunting in hot weather stinks. Literally! Just sitting there in a tree stand with those pesky mosquitoes buzzing all around my eyes, nose and ears with the sweat beads rolling down the back of my shirt and beyond is not exactly my idea of whitetail hunting under ideal conditions. […]
Southeast winds on the Mississippi Sound were building, and a thunderstorm was fast approaching, bringing ominous, dark, rain-filled clouds. […]
In a flash, the buck charged into the herd of does and younger bucks, scattering them in all directions. The monster was furious that an immature buck had moved in on his harem. […]
Taking a deer for the freezer is just as tough as taking a trophy buck. Many hunters certainly would not buy into that statement at all, because for years they have been successful at putting venison in the freezer but alas have yet to mount a big buck on the wall. Based on recent reports from the woods and fields though, this situation has been gradually changing over the past several seasons. […]
Pete Adcock’s daughter Emma is proud of her daddy for scoring on this Rankin County trophy buck. […]
At my age I have just about broken all of my bad habits. I don’t smoke anymore (except for an occasional cigar at deer camp), don’t drink much either (well, maybe just a beer or two with my brother on fishing trips), no drugs at all (not counting a handful of prescription meds everyday), definitely don’t hang out at honky-tonks all night, and I no longer deer hunt at daybreak. […]
Theresa Edmonson scanned the surrounding winter wonderland in search of a deer. As her keen eyes probed the timber edge searching for bits and pieces of any deer, she spotted movement. Could this be the deer she was looking for? […]
Eavesdrop on a dockside conversation anywhere on Lake Pickwick, and statements like “I’m on ’em,” “They’re thick,” and “Boy, you shoulda seen the one I hooked yesterday” rarely refer to catfish. […]
For Mississippi’s saltwater anglers, the month of October provides primetime angling, and that’s especially true for those who prefer protected inshore bays and rivers. […]
Some anglers consider Kent Driscoll of Cordova, Tenn., a tournament crappie fisherman who travels the nation chasing papermouths, the mayor of Arkabutla Lake. It’s less than 30 miles from his house, and if Driscoll has three hours of daylight left after work, you’ll more than likely find him fishing at Arkabutla on the Coldwater River. […]
Mississippi may have too many public land locations for hunting white-tailed bucks. Bet you never heard that statement made before. And you’re probably thinking where in the world did this guy come up with that one? […]
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