At my age I have just about broken all of my bad habits. I dont smoke anymore (except for an occasional cigar at deer camp), dont drink much either (well, maybe just a beer or two with my brother on fishing trips), no drugs at all (not counting a handful of prescription meds everyday), definitely dont hang out at honky-tonks all night, and I no longer deer hunt at daybreak.
Taking a deer for the freezer is just as tough as taking a trophy buck. Many hunters certainly would not buy into that statement at all, because for years they have been successful at putting venison in the freezer but alas have yet to mount a big buck on the wall. Based on recent reports from the woods and fields though, this situation has been gradually changing over the past several seasons.
Some anglers consider Kent Driscoll of Cordova, Tenn., a tournament crappie fisherman who travels the nation chasing papermouths, the mayor of Arkabutla Lake. Its less than 30 miles from his house, and if Driscoll has three hours of daylight left after work, youll more than likely find him fishing at Arkabutla on the Coldwater River.
Theresa Edmonson scanned the surrounding winter wonderland in search of a deer. As her keen eyes probed the timber edge searching for bits and pieces of any deer, she spotted movement. Could this be the deer she was looking for?
Pete Adcock's daughter Emma is proud of her daddy for scoring on this Rankin County trophy buck.