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“Tic-Boom!” Roared my Remington .270 as I centered the crosshairs on a massive buck’s neck as he trailed a doe with his nose to the ground in the Mississippi River Hills west of Port Gibson. He’d succumbed to his natural mating urge, and he never knew what hit him on Jan. 15! I harvested a …

CJ Parker thought he was seeing a ghost deer on a hunt near Lauderdale approximately three years ago, but he realized it was an unusual piebald deer. The deer was lighter than most of the deer he saw it with, and astonishingly, it had a solid white head.

It seems that the good ones, the ones that haunt our dreams at night, always end up with names. These monikers, often the result of a picture captured on a game camera or a brief passing glimpse caught as he slips through a thicket just out of range or too thick for an ethical shot, linger …

Gavin and Landon Smith are brothers who were born into the hunting fraternity with avid hunters on both sides of their lineage. Their grandfathers, Robert Smith and Dennis Harper, and father, Justin Smith, grew up hunting and have now passed on the tradition to the Smith brothers.

My little brother Joe had a strong desire to go hunting from a young age, so I loaded him into the truck, and off to Webster County we went. Our destination was the Nolen Farm near the Pine Forest community a few miles to the east of Lodi. We met our Pawpaw James Patrick Nolen up there at h…

It was the type of silence that a hunter craves. The wind had ceased, and in those precious moments before last light, I listened intently for the sound of footfalls in the dry leaves. The woods were quiet, but it seems that so much happens in silence.

Have you bagged that Thanksgiving bird yet? That was the question I got just before the fall hunting season. Of course, I’d already gotten my Thanksgiving gobbler back in May while hunting with Justin Jackson in Southwest Texas.

Flying out of Jackson, we left 90-degree temperatures with Anchorage, Alaksa, as our destination. As we began our descent from 30,000 feet, we were greeted with snow-covered mountains. What a remarkable sight; coming from hot weather to snow-covered mountains was almost unbelievable. The mo…

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“You can’t continue to call this place a farm when the only animal that we’ve added is a beagle.” Those words from my wife were not so much an ultimatum as an abrupt statement of fact. They came on the heels of her proofing of one of my recent articles and were followed with another stateme…

Greg Tabb is an outdoorsman who loves hunting and has developed quite a talent at training German Shorthair Pointers. He’s known far and wide for the quality puppies that he produces, but sometimes he just doesn’t know how a dog will turn out.

I have always loved music, especially live music. Growing up in Northeast Mississippi, if a concert came through Memphis, Starkville, Oxford or anywhere within any reasonable driving distance, I was there.

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“Tic-Boom!” Roared my Remington .270 as I centered the crosshairs on a massive buck’s neck as he trailed a doe with his nose to the ground in the Mississippi River Hills west of Port Gibson. He’d succumbed to his natural mating urge, and he never knew what hit him on Jan. 15! I harvested a …

CJ Parker thought he was seeing a ghost deer on a hunt near Lauderdale approximately three years ago, but he realized it was an unusual piebald deer. The deer was lighter than most of the deer he saw it with, and astonishingly, it had a solid white head.

It seems that the good ones, the ones that haunt our dreams at night, always end up with names. These monikers, often the result of a picture captured on a game camera or a brief passing glimpse caught as he slips through a thicket just out of range or too thick for an ethical shot, linger …

Gavin and Landon Smith are brothers who were born into the hunting fraternity with avid hunters on both sides of their lineage. Their grandfathers, Robert Smith and Dennis Harper, and father, Justin Smith, grew up hunting and have now passed on the tradition to the Smith brothers.

My little brother Joe had a strong desire to go hunting from a young age, so I loaded him into the truck, and off to Webster County we went. Our destination was the Nolen Farm near the Pine Forest community a few miles to the east of Lodi. We met our Pawpaw James Patrick Nolen up there at h…

It was the type of silence that a hunter craves. The wind had ceased, and in those precious moments before last light, I listened intently for the sound of footfalls in the dry leaves. The woods were quiet, but it seems that so much happens in silence.

Have you bagged that Thanksgiving bird yet? That was the question I got just before the fall hunting season. Of course, I’d already gotten my Thanksgiving gobbler back in May while hunting with Justin Jackson in Southwest Texas.

Flying out of Jackson, we left 90-degree temperatures with Anchorage, Alaksa, as our destination. As we began our descent from 30,000 feet, we were greeted with snow-covered mountains. What a remarkable sight; coming from hot weather to snow-covered mountains was almost unbelievable. The mo…

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“You can’t continue to call this place a farm when the only animal that we’ve added is a beagle.” Those words from my wife were not so much an ultimatum as an abrupt statement of fact. They came on the heels of her proofing of one of my recent articles and were followed with another stateme…

Greg Tabb is an outdoorsman who loves hunting and has developed quite a talent at training German Shorthair Pointers. He’s known far and wide for the quality puppies that he produces, but sometimes he just doesn’t know how a dog will turn out.

I have always loved music, especially live music. Growing up in Northeast Mississippi, if a concert came through Memphis, Starkville, Oxford or anywhere within any reasonable driving distance, I was there.

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Fall is harvest time in the Mississippi outdoors. As the days shorten and the temperature cools off, activity increases in the woods and on the waters. There’s so much to see and do but so little time. Sometimes deciding what to do next is the only problem because there is so much to do.

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Kalee Guin has become quite the hunter as she’s traveled the country over the past few years and harvested quite a few animals — more than many people have.

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“Is your farm as peaceful and beautiful as it looks and sounds in your writing?” It’s a question that both G and I get from time to time since we made the move from Meridian to the family farm.

Jeffrey Wood stood silently, blending into the hardwood swamp bottom as he watched a fox squirrel soaring through the treetops much like a trapeze artist as it swung from branch to branch. Wood barked to the squirrel with his custom squirrel call and turned the squirrel’s attention.

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“Calling” is defined as “a strong inner impulse toward a particular course of action, especially when accompanied by conviction of divine influence.”

Do you remember the last game you played in little league, high school, or college? How about your last fishing or hunting trip with your father, brother or grandfather?

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I’ve felt it for a few weeks, the sensation becoming more palpable with each passing day. Watching a single yellow windblown leaf drift down to rest upon the receding waters of a swollen Noxubee River last week as I drove home, I felt a quickening.

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It was love at first sight. He walked into the room wearing a well-worn sport coat (patches on the elbows), flannel button down, faded jeans and hiking boots. I watched and listened as he leaned against the desk and reviewed the syllabus for the upcoming semester, my eyes intently focused d…

Driving home from Meridian this past Saturday, I found myself in deep thought. I had attended a funeral earlier that morning (something that I know all of us are having to do much too often these days), and driving home, I was pondering how a funeral is, most often, like an open window into …

 “The world is full of wonderful things you haven’t seen yet. Don’t ever give up on the chance of seeing them.” -J.K. Rowling

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“I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.” -John Muir

Nathan Hodgins cast a Bass Pro Tournament Series worm near a swirl that he spotted in a patch of salad grass, and the water boiled up like a hot cauldron. Suddenly, his line straightened out and started moving to the side like it was shot out of a canon.

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