I can't personally mimic the sound, so it would be virtually impossible for me to describe in print the sound a frightened baby alligator makes. I can, however, describe the sound I made when I saw the baby's 10-foot mama swimming toward the boat.
When I began deer hunting in Greene County years and years ago, there were no wild hogs, at least none that I saw. Then, a couple of years later, while easing down a swamp road on the way to my stand, a huge boar came barreling out of a marsh, stopped and stared me straight in the eye less than 10 yards away.
Both my friends know I am obsessed with hunting out West – from turkeys in Oklahoma, Texas and Wyoming, to bow hunting elk, mule deer, bear and grouse in Colorado and New Mexico.
If it's not raining cats and dogs (or more recently, horses and cows), spring is a great time for hunting and fishing in Mississippi.
A year or two ago my ol' buddy Chip Tatum, aka The Chipster, called to tell me he and some friends had killed a feral sow (that's a wild female hog). He asked if I wanted it, saying the hog would make for some fine eating, and offered to bring it to me. I gladly accepted … because I know wild pork is as tasty as a homegrown pig. .
Outdoor information tends to get a little slim this time of year, and folks often ask me how I think of something to write week after week. That's a good question, too, especially when you consider my limited “thinking” capacity!
After a fun-filled day of skiing at Paul B. Johnson State Park a long, long time ago, my friends (both of 'em) and I were headed back to Hattiesburg when a pickup, towing a really nice (as in expensive) ocean-going fishing vessel, blew by us like a rocket and topped the hill. When we reached the top, a frightful sight greeted us.
If you love turkey hunting as much as I, here's a piece of advice you might want to stick under your cap, particularly if your season isn't going so well: Listen to what both the weather man and turkey biologists have to say about gobbler activity on any day you intend to hunt.