If you've hunted hard this season, yet haven't gotten your deer, now is NOT the time to throw in the towel. Instead, it's time to get serious. REAL serious.
That's true. You see, this old geezer of a pretend outdoors writer has been hunting the nooks and crannies of south Mississippi for more than 55 years.
Just because south Mississippi hasn't experienced bone-chilling, hypothermia-type weather this winter doesn't mean outdoorsmen are “out of the woods” as far as dangerous situations are concerned. In fact, if relatively warm weather prevails, outdoorsmen could actually be in more danger.
It's a New Year, and just because much of the Deep South experienced summer-like temperatures during the Christmas holidays doesn't mean we're gonna have an early spring. We may, but we may not, so we're not out of the woods yet. After all, January and February are often the two coldest months of the year in Mississippi.
When the honorable Jesse Johnson, my skillful, highly-qualified editor (obvious kiss-up), asked if I could get my Weekly Mistake to him a little early this week because of the Christmas holiday, I suggested, “What if I write 'short', but send extra photos?”
I'd taken a nice 9-point buck with my bow a couple of years ago and was having trouble deciding whether or not to pay the price of a shoulder mount. After all, Christmas was near, and the money could be used for gifts for the kids and grandkids.
If you treasure the great outdoors of Mississippi during the fall, and if you crave a grilled venison steak every now and then, you oughta give bow hunting a try. That is, if you haven't already.
I was busy wrapping up at work one September Saturday when the phone rang just before noon.
“Phillip, you gotta get out here,” a friend insisted. “Doves are flying like mad, and we're fixin' to throw a bunch on the grill.”
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.