Mallard Morning in the Timber

I being a disabled veteran booked a guided catfish trip with two friends one of which lost his leg working for the railroad. It was a much needed escape from the pains of life for […]

I’m 8 and my little brother is 5, my daddy took us and called and we shot a lot but only killed 4 but will never forget.

It was a Tuesday morning mid December just Gator and I going out to arguably one of the prettiest places in all of Mississippi to hunt amongst the flooded cypress trees, and I just recall […]