Hooked on Quack
The water was high, but it wouldn’t be for long. […]
The water was high, but it wouldn’t be for long. […]
“If men had wings and bore black feathers, few of them would be clever enough to be crows.”
— Henry Ward Beecher […]
The hottest news in rifles as we approached and entered the 21st century was the proliferation of “short-fat” cartridges, and rifles to shoot them. […]
In the middle of the frenetic activities of finishing a book and getting it ready for the printer, my publisher answered the phone to find the director of the Second Amendment Foundation on the line. […]
Deer hunting with primitive weapons has been radically redefined. Actually the new ruling took effect in the 2005-06 hunting season, so this will be its third year in force. Hunters are still just learning what the provision is and what it means to deer hunters looking for an alternative to blackpowder rifles for our two special primitive weapons seasons in December and January plus on into February in the Zone 2 southeast section of the state. […]
Mississippi Sportsman contributor Cliff Covington used heavy hunting pressure to his advantage to drop this trophy buck. […]
Mississippi deer hunters are blessed in many ways. To begin with, we have an extremely long season when compared to other states — Oct. 1-Jan. 31, except for Zone 2, which doesn’t close until Feb. 15. […]
Located off Highway 28, a few miles from Georgetown along New Hope Road, is a sprawling camp named Hole Hunting Club, so named for a thick, bowl-shaped depression of thick undergrowth in the midst of the camp’s 3,000 acres of leased land. […]
Every duck hunter in Mississippi, and most duck hunters in the nation, believe that if they’ve lived good, sportsmen-like lives and have close relationships with God, they’ll get permission to hunt at Beaver Dam before they die. […]
Within 30 minutes, the skies turned from a neutral grey to a pinkish-purple and then to midnight black. From my tripod seat I could tell the bottom was going to fall out of the sky any minute, but my timing was off. […]
The surroundings were surreal. A small shack sat hard against a dirt road adjacent to a huge grain field that had been harvested and left to lie until spring farming operations began anew. A cold north wind battered the mud and stubble, and toyed with a single light bulb that dangled from a cord under the tiny porch of that shack. The bulb cast eerie shadows at varying angles as it swayed randomly with each gust. […]
Stacey Sims eased along the water’s edge as he worked his way toward his deer stand. The climbing stand was positioned overlooking a flooded swamp bottom. […]
Copyright 1998 - 2024 Mississippi Sportsman, Inc. All rights reserved.