SNAKE!!!! In my Deer Stand!!
Oct18

SNAKE!!!! In my Deer Stand!!

  Most of us have thought about the possibility of a snake making its way into our turkey blind or a ground blind for deer hunting, but I bet most of us have not thought about a snake in our tree stand! Well, that is exactly what happened to me on Saturday, the 15th of October. Its was a day like most other hunting days except, the fog was as thick as pea soup.   Even though it is October, this particular morning felt like the dog days of summer!  My deer stand is perfect for me.  It is somewhat open-aired, while being perfectly hidden from from the keen eyesight of the deer.  Being a bit claustrophobic, I don’t like to be closed in.  I have one phobia and that is ….NO,  not snakes, but wasps!  Everyone who really knows me well is aware of this terrible fear I have.  So, this stand works well for me because I don’t feel trapped should a wasp fly in.  No worries…no wasps, but little did I know there was another intruder in my stand. One of the best parts about hunting is arriving at your stand a good hour before daybreak. The idea is to get in your stand with the least amount of noise or light.  I typically can get settled in within a minute using only a minimum amount of light from my hat light as to not alert the deer.  After a quick look in my stand, I am ready to turn off the hat light.  In the blackness of the morning hour,  the dreary fog made my mind wander about how much it looked like Halloween.  An intriguing spider web hung off the black silhouette of a branch, and it looked like it had ghostly bat wings. As the sun tried to penetrate the heavy fog,  the landscape began to take shape.  The dog fennel, tired from the long hot summer, drooped under the heavy mist in the air. The fog hung around until almost 9 am, and about that time I was able to see shadows of a couple of does along the tree line, and a happy-go-lucky spike buck wandered towards me looking for a place to bed down for awhile. I like to bring my camera when I hunt,  just in case I see something that really deserves a quality photo.  I took a few minutes to try to capture the beauty as the fog lifted,  knowing that I still didn’t have a clear shot from my vantage point to hunt deer.   As I reached down to move some of the old and...

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Lovey Dovey!
Sep27

Lovey Dovey!

Here in the South, we make a big deal out of dove hunting, so it comes with a lot of fanfare! Unless you shoot clays, you probably have not picked up your shotgun in quite awhile, so the anticipation is at full throttle. It’s our third year as members of Honey Camp Dove Club, and Opening Day is the time when we all gather and catch up with friends we may not have seen since last season and enjoy a pre-hunt spread with all the classic Southern favorites. Our landowner/hosts, Dale and Hilda Shelley prepared grilled pork tenderloin, baked beans simmered on the grill, and chicken bog. As we give thanks for the day and for the beautiful food, we pray for a safe and successful hunt. Everyone is anxious to get out in the field, but not before we each say a word or two to introduce ourselves to new members. For some this is a good opportunity to brag about their favorite college football team. It is also a time to go back over the club rules, with safety always being the number one topic. We take turns blind drawing our stands and the excitement builds as we hope we have pulled a stand with great bird activity and some good shade! As we walk to the field full of corn and sunflowers, it is clear that it will be an exciting day as the birds fly into the field all around us. As the first female member of the club, I was a bit nervous when I joined a few years ago. Now there are two female members, and I was so excited that two young girls are joining in the fun!  They brought their BB guns and already have a keen interest in hunting, which is awesome since the main reason I started my blog, Camo365.com, was to inspire young people to hunt. Within just a few minutes, the field was full of action—birds flying and the sounds of gunfire were coming from every direction, and I scanned the sky for a bird to shoot. The first bird down is always the most important for me, as it immediately gives me confidence. As I gathered up my bird, I knew this should be a great day. My goal was to limit out with 15 doves, since the South Carolina limit has been raised from 12 birds to 15 this year. I always stand when I shoot, and I am on full alert the entire time, ignoring my phone and any other distractions. I kept counting out loud to make sure I knew how many birds...

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Is It Fall Yet?
Sep22

Is It Fall Yet?

It is so much fun to create a fall table.  I love it when my daughter, Alex comes home for a visit and we gather things from around the house to put together a fun look.  It is  easy to get inspired when we are serving doves harvested from the weekend shoot.  A little touch of cotton from a South Carolina country field and antlers from last years’s hunt add to the style. I found these great bird napkin holders about 15 years ago and I look forward to using them in the fall.  The rustic table and unexpected splash of gold with the flatware and napkins pulls the look together! I have discovered how nice it is to use blue when decorating.  Do you have a favorite tablescape you would like to share? Share this:FacebookTwitterPinterestGoogleRedditLike this:Like...

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Floundering Around… A day on the Inlet
Sep07

Floundering Around… A day on the Inlet

Living on the salt marshes in Murrells Inlet offers the perfect opportunity to fish the tidal waters. The summer months are passing by much too quickly, and soon it will be hunting season, which will abruptly put an end to any fishing excursions. So, we set out on a warm late summer afternoon for some time on the water. After gearing up at Perry’s Bait Shop, we set out with two bait pails full of live finger mullets, mud minnows, and fresh cut mullet, hoping to catch some redfish or maybe a shark. I am always up for an outdoor adventure, and my hopes were high to reel in something exciting and perhaps make a fresh fish dinner! A short boat ride to the jetties and the channel was exhilarating, as we sliced through the shimmering waters flanked by fluorescent green marsh grasses. The crashing waves at the jetties reminded us that the calmer waters were now behind us. Fishing by boat at the jetties can be challenging, and we totally respect the dangers that lurk everywhere. The currents, along with the wind and waves kicked up by the heavy boat traffic can cause anchors to break loose, and boats can quickly end up impaled on the rocks. I always keep a sharp eye on the rocks and make sure we are not drifting slowly toward them. From experience, we feel this is the perfect spot, as a lot of bait congregates there attracting the big reds and other sport fish. We always get as close as we can but always with a margin for error in mind. We rocked with the waves and the blaring classic rock music streaming from our radio as we settled in on what we thought would be the honey hole. We were excited when my hubby, Trippett caught a flounder and I caught a black sea bass soon after anchoring on the north side of the jetties. We had the jetties mostly to ourselves, with only a boat here and there that stopped by for a brief time. No one landed any fish that we could see. I was annoyed when I hooked up with a couple of toadfish, since they are horrible to have to take off a hook. We pretty much drowned the rest of the bait after that! After a few hours, we decided to get on back to the house. Trippett, my “in-house photographer,’’ snapped a quick photo of me with my single quarry, and I was excited about making a nice fish dinner that evening with the flounder and the black sea bass. In order to make the...

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Ahhhh!  Dove Season Opening Day!
Aug27

Ahhhh! Dove Season Opening Day!

Summer gives way to September and it has been months since you last picked up your gun. The tinge of excitement is in the air with opening day upon us. You gather up all your gear with great anticipation.  A slight sample of Autumn with it beautiful leaves and a crisp morning tease you, only to succumb to the familiar heat that overtakes those sweet but elusive breezes. But it is opening day and there is so much to be thankful for.  Combine that with football and it doesn’t get much better! Dove hunting has always been very special for me as it is a time to hang out with our couple friends who hunt together.  For  the past several years we have been members of Honey Camp Dove Club and it is so exciting to see everyone on opening day! There is always an amazing opening day luncheon as everyone gathers to catch up with each other.  As we go around the group and introduce ourselves to new members, there is always a good laugh as the typical characters hold court. Last year, the entire region got hit with tropical storms and of course, Hurricane Matthew.  It was a very tough year for dove hunting and we are praying for a successful year.  Our Landowner/Club organizer, Dale Shelley along with his amazing right arm/retriever,  Skip, have been working hard getting everything ready.  There is a tremendous amount of work that goes into preparing a dove field and no one does it with more zest, know how, and darn right determination, than Dale!  “I’m glad to say we have an abundance of sunflowers , corn, and even a couple strips of Brown Top Millet. I did have to replant about 5 acres of sunflowers due to the 5 inches of rain that fell three days after it was planted… but after all was said and done, we have more sunflowers than a show dog can jump over”, Dale reported. When I first started hunting doves my main concern was mistaking a tweety bird for a dove. But after a while, I was able to detect a dove easily with their amazing acrobatics.  I still am awed at how they dive, corkscrew, and easily confuse us shooters.  This year, I am hoping that I will have the best year yet! I have worked on my skills by getting out and shooting clays whenever I can.  My number one priority is always to have a safe hunt and not shooting low birds is imperative for all hunters! Besides safety, I am going to focus on staying hydrated and enjoying every minute...

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Hunting For Precious Treasure!
Aug01

Hunting For Precious Treasure!

2017 marks a milestone year for Trippett and Lindsay Boineau, our son and daughter-in-law, who celebrated their 10th wedding anniversary in May. Memories of their beautiful ceremony in Pawleys Island always make their visits back to the beach extra special. Spending time at Lindsay’s family beach house in South Litchfield Beach with their 3 beautiful little girls, ages 6, 3, and 1 year, is lively, as you can imagine! They carve out as much time as possible in July at the beach house so they can spend time with family and friends who gather to enjoy the 4th of July holiday. As their last day of vacation rolled around, they spent the day the way they had every other, playing on the beach with the girls and enjoying the waves, searching for seashells, and just relaxing. Without a second thought, Lindsay took off her rings to put sunscreen on baby Elinor, and Trippett placed them in her chair’s cup holder. Three-year-old Caroline had been busy collecting shells and putting them in the same cup holder alongside the rings. When you have three small children, your mind is always on them, and it was later that evening, after the girls had their baths and were put to bed, that Lindsay realized that her rings were missing. How did little Caroline’s collection of seashells make it to dinner that night just fine, but not a thought was given about the rings? What to do? In complete darkness, they went about retracing their steps, but it proved to be frustrating and they gave up for the night. After a restless night’s sleep, worried about the loss of her rings, Lindsay, who has a knack for figuring things out, went on a Google search and typed: “What to do when you lose your rings at the beach?” She soon realized that she was not the first person to make that same search. She found that there are actually professionals who search for lost jewelry, and there was such a person close by, namely Matt Fry. Trippett was a bit skeptical, but more than happy to do whatever was necessary to get the rings back. After all, the diamond in Lindsay’s engagement ring had belonged to Trippett’s late grandmother, Elinor, and it could never be replaced. This treasured ring, along with two beautiful bands, were somewhere in the sand, and he and Lindsay wanted desperately to find them. Enter Matt Fry, a member of The Ring Finders. Driven by the hunt and the satisfaction of a successful find, Matt goes about his business of finding lost treasures. Lindsay reached him early the following day...

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