The first time I had on night vision goggles was while driving a U.S. Army deuce-and-a-half full of soldiers four hours round trip along a dirt road in the desert to a phone bank so they could call home.
I dont know if youve ever tried to follow a dirt road in a desert, but there isnt a whole lot of difference between the road and the desert.
Under blackout conditions the entire trip, I could only hope that the grainy, green view through my goggles allowed me to discern well enough the edges of the road to get the troops there and back safely.
Hunting dogs have a ritual prior to getting down to business. Perhaps it comes from days in a pen and hours in a dog box, but they must complete this ritualistic activity before they can get down to business. Once the hounds are done decorating the tires of the trucks and adorning clumps of clay, it is anticipation time. Beagles sound like vacuum cleaners as they snuffle the ground for the sweet scent they crave. Watching a brace of beagles hunt for rabbits is delightful to the senses - both canine and human. The anticipation builds.
A day at work for the fisheries biologist at the MDWFP North Mississippi Fish Hatchery near Enid begins with flipping on the lights. As the sodium bulbs buzz to life, the sound of rushing water percolating through various fixtures and appliances awaken the ears.
Depending on the time of year, holding tanks might be brimming with brood fish and smaller clear rearing tanks could be swarming with newly hatched fry.
Step out the back door, and the rising sun reveals larger one-acre growing ponds, where hatched fish are allowed to gain a little size to make them better equipped for survival in the outside world.
Hoot Gibson scanned the surface of Neshoba County Lake. He detected the telltale swirl of a bedding bass in the upper end of the lake and instantly sent a lure her way.
Seconds later the veteran angler of many bass wars felt the thump that indicated the fish had sampled his offering. Gibson dropped his rod tip, reeled in the slack and drove the steel deep into the jaws of the lunker bass.
The enraged sow exploded from the depths and wallowed on the surface violently as the tension mounted.