Speaking Squirrel-ese
Your squirrel call doesn’t work,” I told Shannon Talkington, the inventor of the Mr. Squirrel whistle call.[…]
Your squirrel call doesn’t work,” I told Shannon Talkington, the inventor of the Mr. Squirrel whistle call.[…]
As excited as Bobby Murray was in 1973 about a crankbait everyone was drooling over, he absolutely can’t contain himself three decades later as Cotton Cordell prepares to introduce Fred Young’s Original Big O.[…]
Before you jump into your boat and head out on the water, you may want to spend a few minutes checking out your safety equipment to be sure everything is in proper working order.[…]
Duck hunting, as I constantly explain to greenies, is mainly bird-watching.
“I’m more of a bird-watcher than you,” I snort at them.[…]
Many anglers believe that successful summertime fishing for speckled trout demands live bait, but that’s just not the case.[…]
Tom Maher doesn’t consider himself much of a fisherman. In April, though, he joined the ranks of those who are “addicted to fishing” after leading a group of employees and customers on an adventure to Venice.[…]
Studies show that most people who are fishing on a regular basis today were first introduced to the sport by the time they reached age 12, and the majority of youngsters are taught how to fish by an adult family member.[…]
If Northwest Louisiana bass fishing guide Russ McVey were a character on television’s hit show 24, he would have been whacked several episodes ago.[…]
It doesn’t take much effort to see what the primary occupation of the locals is when driving toward Hopedale. Signs advertising saltwater fishing charters hang out from waterside boat docks and piers like Spanish moss dripping from the Evangeline Oak.[…]
Largemouth bass love grass and so do bass anglers, just not the kind that requires mowing Saturday mornings or that Bill Clinton didn’t inhale. […]
The greatest sportsman ever to occupy the White House was Theodore Roosevelt, who served as president from 1901-1909.Roosevelt was a large, barrel-chested man who was equally at ease in high society or the wilds of Africa.[…]
“You … you … you … ninny!”
— MASH’s Father Mulcahy to Rizzo the cookPoor Rizzo. He thought he was being helpful by painstakingly cutting every kernel of corn away from the ears, and adding some powdered milk to whip up a batch of “creamed corn.”[…]
Sometimes the best way to stay unnoticed is to go along quietly, minding your own business right in front of everybody.[…]
Ernie Pyle called it the “thousand-yard stare.” Pyle was a WWII war correspondent who shared foxholes with the boys who won it. He wrote for the folks back home about the grunts and dogfaces and the holy hell they went through while blasting their way to victory — but from a front-line seat. Ernie was a “real-time” Stephen Ambrose.[…]
Spring sprung as suddenly as a wind-up Jack-in-a-box. For me, it sprung in the form of an alarm clock’s irritating buzzer awakening me out of a sound sleep at 3:30 in the morning.[…]
If you’re going to catch the most and the biggest bluegills from any bluegill bed, you have to pick bluegills just like you pick cotton,” said Nathaniel Davis, an elderly outdoor friend who helped me learn to hunt and fish many years ago. “You know how to pick cotton, don’t you?”[…]