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To me, a hunting trip has not ended until the meat is wrapped and in the freezer or, as was the case just yesterday, in the skillet! You’ve read my articles long enough to learn that my “loaded” opening sentence will eventually lead to the

It’s been mighty hot the past couple of weeks, you don’t need to look to my outdoor column to learn this fact, I’m sure. But, for those of us that love the challenge of hunting wild hogs and are experiencing a bit of summer “cabin

“Did you see anything yesterday afternoon?” questioned a camo-shirted hunter, as I was filling my pickup with gas. Before I could respond he added. “I didn’t go out. It was just simply too hot! Deer probably weren’t moving. Weather is supposed to be cold now,

“Don’t think you’ll need a coat this afternoon, other than maybe to keep the sun off of you! Course, if you did wear it, might insulate you a bit from this heat!” commented Gildas Paradis owner of Riverside Lodge. “Normally, it’s not this hot in

“Down! Get down!” Whisper-shouted Corne. At the same time, he was motioning me to drop behind the back side of the dune we were approaching. I looked up to the crest of the red sand dune as Corne peaked over the top to again locate

“Whysoooon, where are you?” questioned Gary Roberson. Before I could reply to his phone query, “I’m about an hour away from the Ivy Ranch, so you’ll probably get there before I do. Save Steve and me a couple of bunks in the coolest of the

“Mistah Harris…Oh, Mistah Harris…” crooned Bing Crosby as he raised his over-under shotgun to swing on a specklebelly goose. The whitefront goose tumbled to the ground at the shot. “Mistah Harris, it’s so good to be in a goose blind again…” “Good shot Mistah Crosby! Ah