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Catch Me If You Can

“I’ve got a fox killing my chickens, and I need your help,” the voice said on the other end of the line. “They are killing my chickens faster than I can replace them.” […]

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Light ‘Em Up

About 10 years ago, if you looked on the calendars of Mississippi waterfowlers , chances are you’d see a circle around one of the last days of January. The circle marked the last day of waterfowl season when the decoys, blinds and steel-shot shells, if you had any left, went back into storage. […]

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Bringing Back the Bobwhite

Everyone has an opinion on what happened to the quail. Pesticides, fire ants and predators are the top three responses typically heard from old bird hunters. No doubt, these three factors probably played a part, but when you ask the biologists what is the main reason for the statewide population decline, you get another answer. […]

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Extreme Bird Hunting

I can remember as a young boy, looking up from behind my push mower on a hot, sweaty, summer day to see a ted-tailed hawk soaring high overhead. The scream of the redtail seemed to be made in mockery, as if she was saying, “Ha ha, look at you down there in the dirt and I am up here soaring in the breeze.” […]

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Delta Tree Rats

“So far, he had been hunting as he advanced, moving slowly and quietly and watching the ground and the trees both. Now he went on, his gun unloaded and the barrel slanted up and back to facilitate its passage through brier and undergrowth, approaching as it grew louder and louder that steady savage somehow queerly hysterical beating of metal on metal, emerging from the woods, into the old clearing, with the solitary gum tree directly before him. At first glance the tree seemed to be alive with frantic squirrels. There appeared to be forty or fifty of them leaping and darting from branch to branch until the whole tree had become one green maelstrom of mad leaves, while from time to time, singly or in twos and threes, squirrels would dart down the trunk then whirl without stopping and rush back up again as though sucked violently back by the vacuum of their fellows’ frenzied vortex.

— The Bear by William Faulkner
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Bye Bye, Wile E.

Two Mississippi hunters slipped into the moonlit field with quiet footfalls and talking only in whispers. One leaned a .270 against a corner fence post, and the other strung out wire to a remote speaker that was part of an electronic calling system. […]

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Snipe Hunting — For Real

Christmas has come and gone, and deer and duck seasons are coming to an end in Mississippi. Most of us have fattened up over the holidays, and the brutal, late-winter weather might have us spending a little too much time indoors munching on the candied pecans. […]

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Nighttime Bandits

“Load up, Music!”

The old blue tick coon hound did as Buddy Lisk commanded, leaping excitedly onto the tailgate of the pickup and settling in next to his litter mate, Blaze, for the short ride to Christian Bottom. […]

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Tree Rat Resurgnece

“This is as good as it gets,” Neal Brown said as he stoked a Tennessee-style flintlock in .32 caliber. “I’ve done a lot of hunting, but squirrel hunting with a dog and the flintlock is my favorite. Let’s see what Barlow puts up down here in the swamp.” […]