In the 1980s, farming practices changed drastically, with millions of acres removed from crop production and replanted in pine trees. Those planted pine plantations began to grow and grow and led to a well-documented deer population explosion over the next 25 years.
Fall is a difficult seasons for outdoorsmen because of all the available options, including hungry speckled trout, hormone-crazed bucks, speedy doves and smoking king mackerel. But a true sportsman in the Carolinas wouldn’t be in the groove if a trip to flooded timber or a beaver pond for wood ducks didn’t show up on the November agenda.
The nearshore waters off North Carolina’s coast have always been good places to hunt for big king mackerel, especially from mid-October to mid-November, and slow-trolling has been the traditional technique, using relatively light tackle to drag live baits like menhaden at or just below the surface.
Is there any doubt that a deer’s ability to smell at great distances is it’s greatest defense?
Stop for a minute and think back over whatever history you might have with whitetails in the woods. How many times did a deer see you, or see something out of the ordinary and though it may eventually have fled, it took a little extra time to take a second look or maybe even step closer to get a better look?
Anticipating opening day brews gets almost every zealous deer hunter excited, even though sitting in a stand in the heat doesn’t seem like the ticket for killing a mature buck. If opening day doesn’t rattle a hunter’s cage, the peak of the rut will. Yet, when the calendar is on target and everything looks to be falling into place, Mother Nature’s fury can stifle the perfect scenario, leaving even the most-skilled hunters empty handed.
Surf-fishing for bull redfish has a long and storied history and tradition along the North Carolina coast. Anglers outfit their trucks with brush guards featuring integrated rod racks and fill the beds with coolers, chairs and tackle to drive out on the beach to where giant redfish roll in the waves.
Late-fall and winter fishing on Lake Wylie, the Catawba River impoundment that straddles the North Carolina/South Carolina border, is an uncomfortable proposition. Docks and decks are slick with frost. Travel mugs of piping hot coffee quickly turn stone cold. The outboard needs more time to warm up at the dock. The bone-chilling boat rides are downright painful, and the extra clothes needed to make them tolerable make casting difficult. Line guides freeze closed after a few casts.
Deer season is in full swing, and this is the best opportunity to kill a buck. Learn how to make the rut and a deer's nose work in your favor.