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!
I was on my first solo turkey hunt in Greene County, near Leakesville, and I had a gobbler coming to my calls. The bird hadn't quite made it to where I sat adjacent a food plot when the weather turned on me.
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.
Just because temperatures dropped into the low 40s and high 30s in some parts of south Mississippi this week doesn't mean that disease-carrying insects and venomous snakes are still in hiding. Trust me, they're not, and we outdoors types must beware.
I offered up some of my best yelps and purrs to a boisterous gobbler one morning, but the tough old bird absolutely refused to be fooled. He'd come and go, come and go, but never gave me a shot. There were no natural barriers between us to stop him, and I just couldn't understand it.
Wanna get a head start on the 2019 turkey season? Sure you do ... if you're a turkey hunter. All you gotta do is grab a kid, 15-years-old or younger, and head to the woods on March 8. That's when Mississippi's Youth Spring season opens.
When we hear the word “predator,” most of us have thoughts of coyotes, bobcats and the like. But this week I want to talk about the ultimate predator - one not often considered to be a predator at all.