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The Spirit of the Hunt
Photos document a moment in time, but they only tell part of the story. Our...
Snake in the Grass… Gobble Gobble!!
Finally! Turkey hunting starts on private land in South Carolina on the 20th...
Things That Go BUMP in the Blind!
Those of us who hunt turkeys can’t wait to get out in the woods to take on...
Hot Gobble Soup on a Cold Wintry Night!
In just a few more days. we will be out hunting turkeys, so I checked the...
Giants Among Turkeys!
When I joined the Southeastern Outdoor Press Association by the urging of...
The Bearded Lady
Going Home… Turkey hunting season had been over in SC for almost a...
Guest Blog: Carman Brown Meets “Mr. Tom”!!!!
In 2000, I started dating Tommy Brown, who is by far the greatest...
He said he was not a good turkey caller, and then…
My husband, Trippett is always saying that I am the one that knows how to...
Blind Love
14 hours in a blind is true love.… for turkey hunting that is. It...
Turkey Hunting Obsession!
The countdown is on… just a short time until we are back in the...
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Alone in Total Darkness and Then this Happens!!
It was the last day of our deer hunt at Deerfield Plantation in St George, SC, and I was ready to find Mr. Big! Our guides took each of us to our stands deep in the woods near the swamp, hoping that this would be a great location to find that trophy buck that I know each of us wanted. My lean-to stand was perfect to view the stars through the thick stand of trees that surrounded me, and the blackness around me never seemed blacker that morning. As the guide’s truck pulled away and the rear lights vanished, I settled in for what would be a good hour or so until there was first light. Not a minute went by, and suddenly, a loud sound startled me that was too close for comfort. It was not “squirrel” deer noise; this was a sound that only something really large could make. It has to be a big buck that had been bedded down. I said to myself-don’t panic. I have jumped deer before, but this was much different. Slow moving and heavy steady footsteps were coming towards the back of my stand, and the sound of cracking limbs convinced me...
Airing My “Dirty Laundry”
As Written for Waccamaw Outdoors Magazine Years back, I never thought much about my husband’s hunting clothes and gear. I was very involved with my real estate career and being a hands-on mom, so hunting was not at the top of my priority list. At the time, my husband was primarily a duck hunter and each season, he would grab his coat, waders, hats, gloves, and mask until there was not much left of him I could see. When he returned from each hunt, he would hang up his gear, throw his coat in his closet, and not require much help at all with cleaning his hunting clothes. Life was simple. But things have changed around our house! Since hunting has become a huge part of my life, I am very involved with everything to do with hunting and that includes taking care of our hunting clothes and gear. We just returned from our first duck hunt of 2017 and with freezing temperatures, there were lots of layers of wet and dirty hunting clothes. With the effort it takes to care for hunting gear, you would think those camouflage clothes were made of strands of green, brown, and...
Snake in the Grass… Gobble Gobble!!
Finally! Turkey hunting starts on private land in South Carolina on the 20th of March! Many hunters spend the months and weeks prior to the season preparing and counting down the days. Like many regions, we have a good many venomous snakes to be aware of when we hunt, especially when turkey hunting. I don’t have a fear of snakes, but I do have a healthy respect for them. I like to start out in a blind, and if I don’t have any luck, I like to run and gun and that means I may find myself sitting up against a tree or stalking through some dense woods to get closer to a gobbler. Snakes are expected to be in the woods, so you just need to be careful especially where you put your hands. I like to take an extra chair in my blind so that I can set my backpack on it instead of on the ground. Wearing snake boots is a given and I feel comfortable wearing them year round when hunting. Checking your blind with a flashlight throughly is a very good idea before you get too comfortable and carry a stick which makes...
Finding my Passion for Fishing
I have been around fishing most of my life. Growing up on a farm offered a perfect opportunity to play along the banks of the pond that my dad carved out of the landscape. Inspired by clean, fresh springs, he worked for years with his bulldozer to create that pond, which would hold memories for all of us for years to come. He created a little island in the pond, not perfectly centered, but a spot that made our imaginations run wild. We would paddle over to the island in our small boat and set up camp, but mostly opted not to spend the night after the skies turned dark and the sounds of nature seemed a little too close for comfort. We caught plenty of bass and brim, and often spotted bullfrogs, snapping turtles, lots of snakes, and occasional visitors such as geese and ducks. Many years later, I look out over the most beautiful waters one could imagine: Murrells Inlet! My husband and I have been blessed to live here almost a decade. Since we have a dock and a 15-foot Whaler—which happens to be the perfect size boat to fish the inlet—you would think that we...
A Day in The Life of Angie – Make That Call Sing by Angie Kokes
Growing up in a hunting family I always had access to help and the equipment I needed, but tirelessly found my mind yearning to do everything myself. I didn’t want to be the girl who had to have her hook baited or birds cleaned by anyone but me. And my stubbornness to do so has shaped me into the hunter and angler I am today. I like to call it the self taught by trying all the wrong ways first and then figuring out all the right ways later…chalking that up to my stubborn streak. However this worked well for me over the years accept in the goose blind. Goose hunting was something that was always done with my dad, brother and their friends and eventually my husband. Since there is a lot of work that goes into goose hunting, blind building, setting decoys, etc., when you’re allowed in the blind the last thing you want to do is screw the hunt up for everyone else, and so I never blew a call. Well not exactly never, but the few times I did attempt it I was met with unfavorable looks from the other hunters, and comments like, “you sound...
Let’s Get This Giveaway Started!!
I have not been able to take the smile off my face…I recently had a very good duck hunt and I am in a great mood! Bird hunting has always been challenging for me and I think now that I have my “hunting contacts” worked out, I will continue to do well. I will remain humble and hope that my next hunt will be just as successful. To celebrate this memorable duck hunt, I am offering an amazing giveaway to one of my subscribers! It is absolutely one of my favorite books … Rice & Ducks. No, it is not a recipe book! It is a treasured best seller that covers the history of our beloved Coastal Low Country and how the the rise and fall of the rice plantations influenced the habitat not only for waterfowl, but for all other native species of the Palmetto State. The author, Virginia Christian Beach, traces 200 years and brings to life the men and women who toiled in the rice marshes and those who became unimaginably wealthy. This book will not end up tucked away on your bookshelf…it will be read from front cover to back cover. You will...
My Huntingmoon
Did I mean honeymoon? Well, maybe! Four years ago, we were all set to celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary on December 9th at The Cloisters in Sea Island , Georgia where we first honeymooned that beautiful December day so long ago. We were to leave on Thursday for a relaxing long weekend. I had been thinking about the trip to the resort and early in the week, I blurted out to my husband that I would really love to go deer hunting instead. His mouth dropped and he said, “Are you kidding…you want to give up a five star resort with a non-refundable deposit to go deer hunting?” “YES!”, I said “I really do.” He was quick to start surfing the internet to see if we could find a last minute hunting destination that could accommodate us. Sure enough since it was not peak season, we were able to book into a world class hunting spot in St. George, SC at Deerfield Plantation. My husband made sure it was ‘female friendly” and they assured us that they had a very nice cabin would be available to us. So, I traded a luxury suite for a cabin, sighting in...
Camo 365 is Celebrating 25,000 views!!!- Giveaway!
What a wonderful time to reflect on all the things for which we are thankful. For today, I would love to thank all of you who have subscribed to my blog and for those who have taken the time to read my posts. Reaching 25,000 views feels very rewarding and I hope to continue to post positive articles about hunting and fishing and the great people I meet who have a passion for outdoor life! Thank you all so very much! My Trifecta Weekend… For those of you who are not on FaceBook, this past weekend was a whirlwind of hunting. Friday was exhilarating as we got on the road at 4 am to hunt deer in some cold 39 degree temps. The brisk morning sit was as good as it gets as I watched groups of does and managed to call in some bucks. Thankfully, I had a nice 8 pt show up and he was a good size to harvest. The adventure continued as we loaded up and went to one of our favorite hunts each year at DW Outdoors to hunt ducks. Hanging out at duck camp is so much fun but you have to...
IMPACT!!!!!!! A Horrific Fall From a Deer Stand!
Falling from a deer stand is the last thing that seasoned hunter Tommy Brown had on his mind that crisp fall morning in 2005. Living in South Carolina his entire life, hunting came as naturally to him as eating grits with shrimp. Tommy has always been drawn to the land, and working as an appraiser has been the perfect career fit for him. Anyone who knows Tommy will immediately tell you that he is a true outdoorsman. He named his only son Woods. As far as Tommy was concerned, there was no name better suited for a son. I’ve known Tommy for more than 30 years, but until the day I wrote this article, I never knew he is a Vietnam combat veteran. That’s Tommy Brown. Being a warrior didn’t define him, and he found no reason to bring it up. His easygoing style is only upstaged by his happy, charming personality and contagious smile. In a few months, Tommy was looking forward to celebrating his first anniversary with his soul mate, Carman Stone Brown, a beautiful young lady. Most people don’t get second chances at love, but this was a romance that was undeniable. My husband had hunted...
Jessica… “Fish On”!
Being a Blogger who writes about girls who like to hunt and fish, I quickly realized Jessica was the silver tuna! There was something very special about her. I featured her on my blog a number of times because she was a fascinating girl in a man’s world. I listened to her light up when she talked about fishing. Her passion was only upstaged by her knowledge. Her following was beyond incredible and It did not take me long to realize why. Whenever you arrived at the bait store, she would drop everything to talk to you. It did not matter how many people were waiting to pay for their bait and get out to the water. You knew when it was your time at the register, she would take as long as you needed to get what you wanted. There was never a rush. It was never about the sale; it was aways about making sure you caught fish. That was Jessica. This is my last post about Jessica. In her short life, her influence in the fishing world is undeniable and she clearly was loved by so many people. We will miss you Jessica Hill. “Fish On”!...
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The Spirit of the Hunt
Photos document a moment in time, but they only tell part of the story. Our hunting stories come to life every time we tell them, but no story is as vivid as the experience when it happened, and the words pale in comparison to the actual hunt. But for me, as with most hunters, the storytelling is part of what we love about hunting, along with the connection to nature that surrounds us. Opening day for turkey hunting on private land in South Carolina started with the threat of powerful thunderstorms, but we decided to make the hour-and-a-half trek to our hunt club regardless, knowing that the weather often changes quickly. Quite sure that it would be a short hunt with the storm threat, we decided to sit together in a blind that we had originally set up for my husband, Trippett. Being a gentleman, he was good with letting me take the lead with the calling as we worked together to get the decoys set up and got ourselves situated so we could quiet down and listen for the sound we dream about hearing . . . gobble, gobble, gobble! Daybreak was a good 40 minutes away, and...
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The Spirit of the Hunt
Photos document a moment in time, but they only tell part of the story. Our hunting stories come to life every time we tell them, but no story is as vivid as the experience when it happened, and the words pale in comparison to the actual hunt. But for me, as with most hunters, the storytelling is part of what we love about hunting, along with the connection to nature that surrounds us. Opening day for turkey hunting on private land in South Carolina started with the threat of powerful thunderstorms, but we decided to make the hour-and-a-half trek to our hunt club regardless, knowing that the weather often changes quickly. Quite sure that it would be a short hunt with the storm threat, we decided to sit together in a blind that we had originally set up for my husband, Trippett. Being a gentleman, he was good with letting me take the lead with the calling as we worked together to get the decoys set up and got ourselves situated so we could quiet down and listen for the sound we dream about hearing . . . gobble, gobble, gobble! Daybreak was a good 40 minutes away, and...
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